Unrestrained joy in the relief of release when I’m with you.
Until it’s time to think of what’s next.
Losing shame in my softness and abandoning the shell of social strain so that I can just breathe when I’m with you.
Until it’s time to want more.
Ignoring cravings and instinctive impulses to intertwine my soul with yours.
Until it’s time to move on.
A response to you making my life unhealthy. A quick reaction to show my displeasure. An almost violent reaction to a loss. /// \\\ I wouldn't let you come back, not unless you were brand new. I wouldn
Always creating scenarios to feel alive, hopeful. Always holding too tightly because what is life and love with no logic, control. Freely letting guards fall to not know each other later. Finally rele
I lost control [!] then I lost control [...] I let it go a few times. I ran from it a few times. I tried to pick it up again too, but I just couldn't carry it anymore. I kept it movin. I had absolute