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I would be lying if I said that I didn't
Think of you every time I close my eyes,
That my mind doesn't wander to thoughts
Of you whenever I'm lonely,
That I don't whisper your name
While I sleep.
Truth be told, I am inevitably in love with you.
In a way that makes my heart skip a beat every time
I see you smile, every time I hear you laugh.
It's the fact that I still get butterflies whenever
You lightly whisper my name in my ear
That lets me know we are something more.
Nothing has ever seemed so comforting than
The feeling of your arms wrapped around my waist.
I smile up to you as we share a brief connection of
Soft lips and grazing teeth that makes me swoon.
Believe me when I say that I think of you
Every time I close my eyes,
That my mind always wanders to thoughts
Of you when I'm lonely,
That I whisper your name while I sleep.
Believe me when I say that I love you,
That there's nowhere I'd rather be
Than with you.
AddictionYour words can make me soar,
But with your silence I grow distraught.
Any day spent with you is prayed for more,
And no matter where or who I'm with your always in my thought.
I know your sometimes bad for me,
With your stubborn, apparent ways.
Although you always bring me glee,
You set my heart ablaze.
Who could know what kind of side effect,
You plan to bring me next.
I don't care because to me your perfect,
In every one of your steps.
(Even your flaws are perfect..) (sometimes)
I hope we'll always be together,
Because I've become addicted to you.
whispers of sweet chaos.You broke the silence
Whispering sweet nothings in my ear.
And my brain shot to overdrive
Because of those unexpected words.
Your murmurs sent shivers down my spine.
They filled my brain with thoughts of "what ifs?".
(Simple questions I was always afraid to ask.)
And yet you answered them all in that one moment.
This. This is what it's meant to feel like.
Not the overwhelming melancholy
I had always predicted.
Not anymore, my dear.
You shook my shoulders until I listened.
It seemed like eons in my brain
Until I accepted your words of truth.
You do love me.
You said so in bounds of chaotic whispers.
Heartbreak...HEARTBREAK TASTES JUST LIKE STEEL
How do you feel? I designed myself to love you more, I scratch your skin, I'm waiting outside to tell you you're lovely.
I crawl to your house and I nail myself to your door with my arms outspread, so you can see that I love you more.
I slit my wrists with porcelain and I tear my throat to shreds so you would notice me, finally, finally.
I swallow my promise to never taste this again, I'm laughing as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death, as I bleed to death
Hold out. It's such a waste to say that you need me more, when you really don't at all.
It's the iron taste of blood in my mouth from biting my tongue for way too long.
Smiling as I raise my head and softly ask how was your day and I'll sleep on the couch at night, I'll even stay out of your way, I'll keep you safe when you are not, I'll keep you warm when you are cold, I'll wake you up at 2 am just to tell you that I care.
I find solace in the curves of your hips, I think you're beautiful even tho
The Parlour IncidentOne day in July, I believe it was, I found myself sitting with several acquaintances in Christopher's parlour. It was one of those deliciously lazy afternoons which only the summer in her full glory can bring. The room had a wan, listless light to it, relaxing the other guests and myself as we languidly chatted over tea and crumpets. The air was also sluggishly heavy, dulling the senses to a slowly-blended calm engendered by the heat of St. Othniel's southerly climate.
At length, after much stimulating conversation, Christopher stood, producing a book of sheet music.
"What do you all say to a bit of music?" he asked.
"Certainly," I answered.
"Oh yes, please do darling!" Tabitha exclaimed, "he's quite the maestro."
Christopher laughed, shaking his head.
"Now, now love, I'd not go that far."
He strode over to the piano as the other guests urged him on. Ida entered the room bearing a merrily steaming teapot and more crumpets.
"More tea sirs?" she inquired, shooting sideways glances at her
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