20
Jan
“His mouth is the forbidden fruit, it poisons you every time you have a taste but you just cant stop eating. His scent, not his cologne but the actual scent of his skin is toxic, killing you with every breath you take as you go to kiss his neck. His hands are like knives to your heart as he runs them over your body. His absence is like death, lonely and cold. You feel nothing, numb in your solitude, frozen in your anticipation. You beg for a taste of his fruit, to breathe in his toxic scent to feel those knives, every second of every day you want a piece of him. No matter the consequence, no matter the pain because in those few minutes that your with him, those moments in which his kisses and soft touches dare to let you dream that you are his and his alone are like heaven to our small fragile hearts and even though we know by morning you will once again be only but some girl to him, a friend he may call upon in a few days time, those few moments are worth a lifetime of pain. It is in those moments that we strive, that we let ourselves believe maybe we aren’t so pathetic for waiting because it feels so good when your with him. Forget the fact that you wont be getting a goodbye kiss, or a call to see if you made it home alright, at least we had those moments. “
—— revisiting this moment in my life so i don’t make the same mistake again.
