Sunday, September 3, 2017

THOUGHTS; MY FINGERS THROUGH THIS SCREEN

If I could, I'd press my fingers through this screen; hold my favorite parts of you. Force lips through glass to steal a kiss. I don’t just want to take your breath away. I want to rip it from your mouth and keep it locked away between my teeth. You can only have it back if you kiss me again.You kiss me with your mouth wide open like you’re not afraid of swallowing poison. I taste the good and bad in you and want them both. We call this bravery.You kiss me and there aren’t sparks. There’s an entire orchestra in my chest, playing staccato on my heart strings

Do not fall in love with people like me.  I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

I am tracing the knobs of your spine like the map of my favorite continent. You are all the places that I haven't visited yet and I mark each one off with my teeth

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