It was like I had been held underwater all my life; my senses numbed, my lungs vestigial.
Until I met you. I now know what your electricity pulsing through my veins does to me. I now know how to finally breathe. I had held my breath until you found me and you now control my oxygen supply.
YOU ARE READING
Desolate Moon (SS 2)
Poetrymore exhibitionism, more emotional outbursts, more uncomfortably uncut honesty. TRIGGER WARNING.
