19/2/17
my fingers wrap around your skin and we both gasp. you out of pleasure and me out of pain – a pain that embraces my heart with open arms whenever yours are not there to hold me. i don't want to leave.
my lips have never been met with a heaven so sweet except in my dreams. note that my dreams are nothing compared to the fireworks i feel and turn into next to you.
this still feels sort of foreign yet somehow, it seems to fit just perfectly. i've been broken since i was born, always living in fragments and thinking in pieces unable to glue them together; i've never felt like a complete person, but for once, i felt whole. your kisses filled the wounds in my soul and your fingers helped stitch them back to normal. all my life i never thought i could make a leaf tremble, yet alone an already raging volcano; but today something in me changed. i watched you shake. i watched you shake under my touch, because of my fingers. i've never been so in love – i've never been in love. i don't know how a piece of art like you ended up loving rotten wood like me, but i promise i'll make it worth it.
— because you're worth it.
YOU ARE READING
as quiet as a fire
Poesíayou have my heart and mind in your hands now. i hope you have a safe trip. but read at your own risk, i can't promise you'll come out alive.
