CandleBox ||Semi-Haitus
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His face.
Is like leather against my soft hands
His arms
Are like a warm blanket on a cold day
His body
Is like a teddy bear I cling onto
His voice
Is like a thousand mockingbirds singing a kind melody
His blood
Thick and beautiful on my cold thin hands
He's cold yet comforting I can't help but feel he's trying to avoid me. Why can't he just tell me he loves me
His cold fists hit my face I hate it but I love that he's the one hitting me why am I like this?
Am I normal? Do I like him? No..no man should like another man it's shameful..yet when I'm near him my body heats up my heart pounds faster I don't want him I need him
His name rolls off my tongue like a tune I cant be tone deaf because his tune I hear and sing along too I hear the remedy of him and can match it
The small wispy hairs flake off his dead dry hair the black roots having blue hair flowing out as if it's a water fall a deep soft water fall, the low riding uneven pigtails tied, small hairs undone. He's beautiful everything about him...
Being with him is like I'm in a candle box the soft burning smell to him the waxy smell.. the bleached hair within brown roots arise the holes covering the frequently worn purple sweater.
I love him💙
I love him💛
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