"Our love was like a frayed power line. Every kiss was an electric current fizzling out at the ends of our lips. Each touch was a shock far less exciting than what it'd feel like if our wires were whole. Night after night we'd shine only as bright as a dim lantern against the walls of my bedroom, casting shadows that wouldn't even embrace one another. These sheets refuse to catch fire due to the friction of our bodies moving together and I'm getting cold. I need a spark, I need a flame, but you are nothing but a lighter with no fuel."
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Poetry♡QUOTES & POEMS♡ If you know someone who's depressed, please resolve never to ask them why. Depression isn't a straightforward response to a bad situation; depression just is, like the weather. Try to understand the blackness, lethargy, hopelessness...
