With you, my agony could subside
If only, darling, you could take away my pride
I beg of you, honey, wrap your godly hands
around my waist
and pull me in
just to rip the lungs out of my chest
please, love, run your fingers through my hair
and pull as to expose my neck,
raw and bare like my love for you,
but before you can kiss away the bruises
make sure to strip me of my ability to speak
because, darling, I cannot seem to find my voice when I'm with you
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Can you tell I listened to Hozier while writing this?
Ash-_-
YOU ARE READING
I'm bored
Fanfictioneverything I write in class mostly Wilmon scenarios and/or scenes I want to happen in season 3, don't mind my dramatic ass I love angst and fluff. I will also write random thoughts I have in class so be prepared for some depressing shit:) Ash-_-
