Love isn’t about
fucking each other
at any opportunity.
It also isn’t about
how many months
that you’ve been together.
love is about
being able to see light
inside of the person
who knows nothing
November 15, 2013
I still love you, or at least my stomach still does.
I’m going to hurl
I figured out it wasn’t you i missed. But your cold lips.
kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss m,e kiss me, love me, kiss me, kiss me, kiss me.
i wrote your name beneath my bed. You know why.
i remember the sound of your swallows between your pauses.
was that you in the book store. you didn’t smile when you saw me. i cried in the bathroom.
my legs crave yours.
i’ve finally found a way to end all those restless nights.
i won’t be bothering you anymore.
i hope my ghost haunts you.
the sun is so beautiful. and i am not worthy of that beauty.
January 7, 2014
your name doesn’t sting my throat anymore
— thirteen unedited deleted texts you never got the chance to break my heart with. N.spence (via safeslut)