‎ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ‍ ❝‎ ‎ ‎ 𝐕.

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ❝ The heart is a shallow grave. ⠀ ⠀ It stores the si͟n͟s and so͟r͟r͟o͟w͟s ⠀ ⠀ of every love it has carried. ❞ ⠀

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Every utterance of me from your mouth is a summons. And it takes me. And I find myself counting the silences between your words as though they might carry the same weight as your lips.

I trace the memory. Tasting the curve of each syllable, memorizing the shiver in your voice. As though holding it close could stave off the ache of absence.

I am hungry for the way your lips shape my name aloud. A poem it is. A love breathed between each letter, signed with your whisper at the very end.

I need a voice to answer mine before boredom finally puts an end to me.

Pretty things going mindless to the right words are the sort of amusement I cannot resist.

Not even a cigarette can distract my mouth from the weight of you between my lips.

It is only you that makes my teeth clench, that makes my mouth ache to trace what should not yet be taken. And still I want it all. Every trembling inch, pressed into the hollows of my desire.

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Should the world ever forget what it is to yearn, take it as proof that I am no longer among the living.

A glimpse of what is beneath. All I ask for. A trace of certainty hidden under skin and bone. A vow. That this rot is not mine alone. That you ache for me the same.

Every bone in me bears the stain of obsession and madness.

The thought of lips against mine has been clouding my mind since the moment I opened my eyes.

I would kiss you with my teeth if you asked me to. I would pull your hair harder if the warmth of your breath against my skin were enough to melt the last restraint that remains inside me. So this is me pleading. Don’t make me hold myself back any longer.

@rotviolents I must be on a ridiculously lucky streak.

@FAITHINFILTH well, finding friends isn’t that hard, is it? since you managed to find another one.

My fondness for conversation and the unfortunate reality of being friendless at the moment are driving me quite insane.

A praise. A whisper through the tangle of my hair. A lament meant for my ears alone. As I trace your bare heart with trembling hands. As I taste you. As I show you how deep this love runs within me. How there is no escape from it. From us. From me.

i want to swallow you, and have you melt into me and flow through my veins.

Should I kiss you now, would it rob you of your breath, would it burrow into your thoughts and gnaw at your mind? For my flesh burns with longing, a desperate urge to dwell in yours and make us one.

@inkandkisses Fortunately, I do now. Have a lovely day as well, Walden.

@riotspades If you’re offering to ruin my peace, I might let you.

@FAITHINFILTH let me drive you quite insane instead? in a good way, of course. maybe.