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Your lips belong to the skin between my legs, where your name is etched in lace and your hands have room to play.

It’s a beautiful thing to remember that you’re silently watching over me. You are the sky as it starts to set, and the stream of light that lands on my cheek.

And she’ll never know how much I loved her. How I considered her mine from the very beginning. She won’t see the tears or comprehend the guttural cries that escaped me when I had to let her go. I won’t feel the softness of her again. Her sweet face in my hands, looking up at…

Its strange to see the world move on. When someone you love, gets taken from you. And the small circumference surrounding you is stuck. Frozen in a moment. Of loss. And shock. Yet the people passing you are moving at full speed. Did they not feel the earth shake? Or slow? Can they hear the…

I give too much of myself to those people. The last people on earth who deserve it. And I feel regret. For letting them spark a reaction out of me. When I know all too well that the moment will pass. I’m still me. They’re still them. Judging my pictures and words, without actually seeing…

you are the treasure I have earned after multiple lifetimes of good behavior.

His voice is the only music I need to hear.

No, I’m not cold. I always get goosebumps when you kiss my neck.

That is how I know I love you so much. Whenever I see something beautiful, I want you to see it too.

I’ll try to make snow angels in your cigarette smoke.