// this never dies //

l o t u s l i p s

11/19/18

Let me know

your ocean eyes, these dull skies, your blissful lies.

Would you love me again?

When I can't feel anything at all,

but the breeze on my skin and the heavy weight in my chest.

you speak in arrogant whispers, "Yes, love.

Let me kiss your wounds, let me heal you."

So I let you.