You promised to kill me. Under a tree, the moon shining in your smiling teeth. Kissing me sealed it, rocking peace of the deep blue sea.
The last time we kissed you drowned me there.
I said thank you.
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Anger creeps upon the precipice of your knuckles as it meets the shower wall. Slipping down in a transgression your emotions are swallowed back into the lump in your throat. The secret place where your emotions are all kept. Waiting to erupt from your lips.
My favorite color is the shade of blush that overtakes your skin when I proclaim I love you, sweetly, quietly.
So low only you can hear me. That tint of sunset that lives on your canvas like skin. I mix the colors until they suit you perfectly.
My favorite color is the shade of blush that overtakes your skin when I proclaim I love you, sweetly, quietly.
So low only you can hear me. That tint of sunset that lives on your canvas like skin. I mix the colors until they suit you perfectly.
The thin line we all walk between love and betrayal lies within the difference of pain and acceptance. The hardest things we can ever say; I love you, and how could you?