𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 ♡

It is the sin of memory, which has no eyes or   lips or flesh or nose, the silt of all the days and nights   we have been without each other

She smiled, with half- closed eyes; clasping her arms around my neck she pressed upon my lips a long, long kiss of morning greeting, like the kiss of an awakening dove.

i’d rather have bad times with you then good times with someone else.

in the depths of despair you’ll hear her cry like a wolf’s howl echoing through the silence.

a smile to smite her enemies and cure her allies.

kiss me with the same passion you use to curse my name.

your lies like fingers pressed into my wounds make me bleed the same way you made me yours

if i scream will the void hear my cries, answer back with the reasons why my voice is stifled by the murmured whispers in the silence

my fire blazes for all eyes laid upon my flames, you will remember the way i burn against your flesh

i decide when the sword falls upon the neck of the one who stole my desire for life.

“Cold, I felt. Cold as a garden in winter, gone deep to ground.”

my mask is a painted smile, it hides the pain, the grief, the sorrow

i worry so that they don’t have to, i stress because all i want is to keep them safe, my god if nothing else, keep them safe

you can’t see me. you can’t unsee me. my face etched into the memory i hate the most. i scratch and claw at it to make it disappear. it’s still here. you can’t see how much it hurts to see me.