Poetry and quote image archive.

You want to know what I loved about him? Everything. From a freckle on his ass down to his undying selfish need to always be right.

i miss the moon outside my window your hands in my grasp the rough in your neck we sway under the light the darkness shines i hold you tight we succumb rolling in our past loving the black feeling the ground i take your…

he was a child with life running wild through his hands his mind we sat on the sun living in rays wondering if a single hey was meant to be if words mean something we touched our ears sang our fears and wondered if thin…

i slip on my tongue words fall short it was simple it was him too strong yet subtle and smooth i loved his touch a devotion you can’t keep track of wondering where it goes how it moves you so fall + love

I write in seconds. I don’t stop. I don’t think. I simply write and when it comes, it flows and it makes sense because it’s genuine. I don’t understand thought-out poetry. It doesn’t seem real to me.

i sip my wine touch my leg feel him there against my body loving my crazy licking my lips taking me there

we played in a facade green grass flowing winds we wade in watching fire while we danced in a faded desire we flew higher grew with every lie fell with a lust of broken love we were despair broken hands nimble fingers b…

i danced a top of him shoes smashed life in a dump we bathed together in a world where things seemed grand but things were imaginary worlds were colliding him and i we were otherworldly in a sense of no parallel just tw…

walking through i transcend we move in and about feeling without hands consuming whole biting our toes without a capable tongue we wade slashing like a broken vase his last words we weren’t strangers but it was strange …

I touched him. From brain to body, in ways I couldn’t quite understand. But he did and for him, that was all that mattered.