And just for thought...
I emerged from him
believing I could walk on fire. No bruises, no blood. I stood alone, afraid the world would come. If I touch him, will I break? If I kiss him, will I feel? If I love him, will I exist? It is ironic the folds of his skin the glow of his eyes. His hands touch me softly running along the tracks of my skin. If I want him, will I break? If I lust him, will I feel? If I need him, will I exist? He emerged from me believing I was gone. Still bruised, still scarred. He stood alone, fearful of our world gone. If he remembers me, will I break? If he calls to me, will I hear? If he reaches me, will I grab hold?
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AuthorAt the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile. Archives
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