When she touched me
for the first time, I knew
in that very moment
that my life would be
That my life would
hold more meaning
as long as she
never grows tired
of our textures
in each others.
- hot sex
- a warm shower
- cozy blankets
- warm, loving cuddles
brown hair. dark eyes. piercing gaze.
his hand will rip through your ribcage
like a scythe on a blade of grass.
he will tear out your heart and eat it
like he was trying to survive on you.
he will lie next to you, whisper more
than what the silence does.
ignore this boy at the party.
he will send you on a collision course with heartbreak-how-to.
— ”the second of ten things I wish I could teach you,” - L.B.