Come back and let me kiss the regret from your lips
We always promised we wouldn’t end like this
Those girls who wear converse to prom because “they aren’t like most girls”
Read me a love poem
the fuck out of me,
so I can taste
the sweet words
that wound themselves
in between your lips.
one day you’ll smell me,
somewhere; and your heart will ache
and you won’t know why.
And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.
When a man says no in this culture, it’s the end of the discussion. When a woman says no, it’s the beginning of a negotiation.
…Years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute.
I have to stop falling in love with memories.