how to stop kissing an 18 year old boy;
fur and black boots through the snow,
wine drunk, gin drunk,
come home from the bar,
collapse into arms that withhold cold,
that don’t care about the burn yet.
a grip so new, smooth palms,
filling with splinters stuck just deep enough.
splinters picked up from different sleeves,
from different arms, from different palms.
and with tiny tiny tweezers, he’d take them out,
every night, one by one, in the dark,
splinter by splinter, into a pile so big,
that one day,
it becomes kindling,
and sets itself on fire.
keep kissing him until everything is grey.
keep kissing him until he is not there anymore.
keep kissing the fire until you are ash.
"une immense esperance"
i’m in the middle of some shit. i wanna lay in my bed and listen to music real loud with dark coffee in this premature fall weather. its august which means i’m leaving soon. same thing every year. i want to be with someone and no one at the same time. make me think of esther greenwood.
there is a mountain on the border of my lip
from a mosquito kiss. mountains beyond mountains.
the first kiss to leave a mark in months.
nothingwillbewasted said: Hi beautiful girl, so happy to see your postcard on my kitchen table today. Thanks for thinking of me. <3Kay
<3 i think of you always.
keep my feet tucked under the edge and anyway ill still dream of you. i was 14 and i was kissing guitar strings. i was 17 sucking on coconut popsicles taking shots of zhumir. i have daddy issues and i only want to be held. whats so wrong with kissing red. whats so wrong with kissing.
if you are vulnerable in any way, i will find you.
if you are broken and need to be fixed,
i will find you and i will take every
last molecule of you into my
mouth and i will kiss you
until you are more lost
than ever before.