Love is the warmest colour

Do you know? Surely you must. Do you have one - or maybe both - of your eyes closed? What do you tell yourself when he doesn’t reply you for hours? When there are holes in his stories? Surely there have been times when you’ve thought to yourself, “That doesn’t sound right.” Do you kiss him and forget? Do you pretend that it doesn’t matter, as long as he comes home?

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I guess what I'm trying to say is I need the deep end

Keep imagining meeting, wished away entire lifetimes

Unfair we're not somewhere misbehaving for days

Great escape, lost track of time and space

She's a silver lining climbing on my desire

And I go crazy cause here isn't where I wanna be

And satisfaction feels like a distant memory

And I can't help myself

All I wanna hear her say is are you mine?

Are you mine?

Are you mine?

Are you mine?

And the thrill of the chase moves in mysterious ways

So in case I'm mistaken

I just wanna hear you say you got me baby

Shoulder to shoulder, arm to arm, thigh to thigh. If you had goosebumps, I would feel them.

I probably shouldn’t have 

Our eyes are closed, your forehead against mine,

My nose is filled with the scent of you.

Where your hand meets my waist, the crackle of electricity 

Explosive traces trailing the length of my body

Marked out by your fingertips.

If our lips touch, disaster.

If our lips touch, everything we’ve built in the last ten years, 

Didn’t know how to say the words

With my heart ticking like a bomb in a birdcage

Reading this book is really reminding me of how much I used to love to write for the sake of writing, and how I used to read great books and join livejournal communities with writers who penned amazing prose and kept inspiring me to string some words together and watch them light up the sky.

In my teenage years I remember reading a lot more but it slowly dissolved into merely scrolling through pictures, whether here or Instagram, or reading bite-sized pieces of information on Twitter and Facebook. What a pity that I’ve stopped writing so frequently, and it’s really something I should start up again...