"I wonder if you know yet that you’ll leave me. That you are a child playing with matches and I have a paper body. You will meet a girl with a softer voice and stronger arms and she will not have violent secrets or an affection for red wine or eyes that never stay dry. You will fall into her and I’ll go back to spending Friday nights with ones who never learn my last name. I have chased off every fool who has tried to sleep beside me. You think it’s romantic to fuck the girl who writes poems about you. You think I’ll understand your sadness because I live inside my own. But I will show up at your door at 2am, wild eyed and sleepless and try and find some semblance of peace in your breastbone and you will not let me in. You will tell me to go home."
- Clementine Von Radics (via ladymegg)
"The way you kiss me, as your lips trying to tell me that you need me, my lips, whispering desire, every part of your body in need to be touched as you would never feel. Feel enough or more of what you want. Want everything, rip my soul and kiss every part of it. Take care, take control of my heart, teach him how to beat when i’m with you. Make definitions of each part of your body, touch parts that no one ever could do it, in that parts, leave kisses as soft as the roses are."
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