âhe is eyebrows and ambition
and skating on paper thin ice
i am flushed cheeks and phone calls
and the weak spot he knows i have for him
the one he likes to press on until it aches
like a plum bruise
i find sadistic pleasure in that fading pain
and i wonder if thatâs the whole reason he pushed so hard
in the first place
i think thereâs a universe out there
where when i tell him i love him
i mean it
and he doesnât hang up
without saying it backâ
â after hours // 7:11pm (via starlightaffliction)












