Time to close those legs and open that heart. There comes a point where a vacation, one night stands, roller coasters and exotic foods will lose its enticing factor. When arms are the source of warmth that you crave for and love is the passion you want. When its time to come home, not to a house but to the person you adore.
I was made of paper. Rippable. Burnable. You could crumple me and poke holes in me.
I wanted to be made of glass. You could shatter me but I would have the power to cut you. I would be transparent, you could see through me so I would never have to hide. To lie. I would be stronger.
But wishes aren’t the same as goals. No matter how hard I try or efforts are put in, life will never work in my favor. Not this time.
I thought I was hungry for your touch until I felt you then I realized your hands weren’t the ones I was craving for
I wanted you to feed me your words
You ripped me to pieces and scattered me all over the floor I was like pepperoni on pizza
Those words you hold so dear, those words you love to hear, were words not only heard by your ears
He said it to the one before you and will say it to the one after, the one who has also held his heart and caused his laughters
You thought you were special so you believed it and when he told you, he most likely meant it but when you think about it: why would he say it to her too unless he truly felt it?