grieving the loss of touch. your body is now a landmine.

[mselektrikocean]

the traffic of words on a sunday afternoon.

i can't even paint myself inside of his arms.

i won't draw his lips..
i won't study his hands..

i won't notice the way his body curves without me on it.

..he is an enigma.

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[anonymous]

Remember my love, this is a test, don't let anything break you. I have complete faith in you. Dee