I just want someone that I can have great fucking sex with, who sends shivers through me with every touch.
But I also want that person to look at me like i’m home, and I want to show them off and I want to be proud of them and for them to be proud of me.
Ya feel me
Maybe home is nothing but two arms holding you tight when you’re at your worst.
Rough sex is the manifestation of romance. You trust someone so much that you let them do whatever they want with one thing that is yours.
I will never stop wishing that every car I stop beside at a red light is yours. My heart will never stop swelling with hope when the phone rings, and I will never stop praying to hear your voice when I answer. I will never stop feeling like freshly frozen ice when I get a text message, or feeling like I’ve shattered when it’s not from you. I will never stop scanning the crowd at parties for a glimpse of your hair, or your smile. I will never stop listening for your laugh in the movie theater. I will never stop breathing the air of my house in deeply, wondering if your smell has clung to anything in my possession. I will never stop seeing you out of the corners of my eyes, and feeling like I’ve lost a battle when I turn and you aren’t there. I will never stop playing the songs that remind me of you on repeat while I sleep, incase I dream of you.
I won’t stop wearing the clothes I know you like, because I want you to want me again if I run into you. I won’t ever give back that hoodie you brought to my house when I was sick and shaking. I won’t ever stop thinking about you whenever I’m alone. I won’t ever stop wondering what you are drinking to when I raise my shot to cheers. I wont stop wondering how we went from so right to so wrong. I wont stop wishing things had ended differently. I wont stop feeling ill whenever I remember you’re in this world but you haven’t got space for me in yours.