To him, blue bruises on pale skin is the definition of love.
To me, soft kisses in between my thighs is the definition of love.
To him, one text and day and one word replies is the definition of love.
To me, long sweet letters on paper and lipstick sealed envelopes is the definition of love.
To him, holes in white plastered walls and red knuckles were the definition of love.
To me, bite marks are love notes embedded in flesh and his skin on mine is the greatest definition of love I've have ever known.
We've always had different views on love and we never really fit, so I left in the middle of the night, hell bent on rewriting the definition of love.
BNW & DED, we cowrote together
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teenage fools
PoetryI write poetry about life, death, love, hurt, depression, and basically everything.
