You write so beautifully that sometimes I forget how to write, I forget how to exhale my letters and turn them into syllables I forget how to live outside your pages and my ears forget to listen to anything else that isn't you, I pour your words into my vessels and they reach my heart and then spread unto my whole body, every cell devouring them hungrily, every limb mimicking your gentle touches, stroking my skin softly, finding traces of your hands, you write so beautifully, that I find myself living inside the world you create, not the world outside and that my darling is magical.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
Poezja"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
