i love him
and seeing him
is smiles
and laughter
and feeling happy.
and holding him
and being held
is safety
and reassurance
and comfort.
and kissing him
is fireworks
and jolts of
beautiful electricity
reminding me that
i am his and
he is mine.
and feeling his arms
around me
and his hands
on me
and his lips
and his body against mine,
it's the same electricity
and it's gorgeous
and i love it
because i love him.
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desolation
Poetrydes·o·la·tion ˌdesəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun a state of complete emptiness or destruction. anguished misery or loneliness. just a book of my inner thoughts, feelings, and observations TRIGGER WARNING: may include eating disorders, self harm, alcoholism, suici...
