love is putting yourself out there
on a limb,
knowing damn well that you could get hurt.
and not giving that possibility
a second thought.

she couldn't remember the last time
she felt so
hollow.
an emptiness that all the
food in the world couldn't fill.
trembling hands on the
bottle,
she unscrewed the lid
and sprinkled the
pills into her hands.
what's emptiness like when there isn't anything to fill?

coming home to a place
where every noise has a
hollow echo,
i can't decide what's louder:
my breathing or heart beating
&
crawling into cold sheets
with only one body to heat them
i'm reminded of a
quote
about how losing someone
is hard
but never losing anyone
is even harder
& i'm reminded of why
i should
let my guard down.
put myself out there,
& let someone in.
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i'm your bet; who will i let get close.
how does anyone walk into a person's arms knowing they'll eventually get hurt
or forgotten. tossed aside. but
i broke down. i needed closeness.
i needed
the feel of your skin on mine.
the way our breath could combine.

i didn't know you could be so close to someone
and feel the farthest away from everyone
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she couldnt remember the last time someone left her breathless: heart beating so quickly she felt she was going to choke it up. he left her feeling deliciously ravaged, gasping for air & covered in a slick layer of sweat. 

some times, i think that i'm so happy that i have nothing to say.

other times, i worry that this love is different: uninspiring.
& that maybe its not love at all.

i need to get going if i'm going to make it back by six. i shook my head silently as my hands grasped his shirt and pulled him down to me once more. i can't get enough of you. his lips smiled against mine as he kissed me again.

i thought i'd never feel like this again: whole.

let him in. he's not going to hurt you & you know that too.

"you're going to stop talking to me in a couple of weeks.", he joked, brushing the hair out of my eyes. my lips brushed his gently ( Read more... )

i don't think i want to do this. yes, you do. no, really. i don't. fumbling over, stumbling over, my words never came. its uncertainty & certainty. & realization. its knowing exactly what you want & someone trying to persuade you otherwise. his fingers awkwardly groping to unbutton my jeans in the dark, no, really. i don't want to do this. pulling ( Read more... )