Running your hands through my hair gave me an adrenaline that I could only dream of chasing. Your fingernails running up and down my back leave me comforted, the simplest actions hit like pure ecstasy and I'm drowning in it. Sitting a foot away from me gives enough warmth to last the entire winter.
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ballads of heartbreak
Poetry"I'm sorry that I'm like this, I'm trying my best" -essentially a diary, slight tw for being self destructive & harmful, some really good stuff crammed in with a bunch of nonsensical three am cry sessions
