I’m still weak. 

Wait.

Don’t go.

I’m sorry. 

I’ll be stronger. 

Just Don’t Go. 

Please.

I beg of you. 

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Hug me. 

Hug me. Until my legs give up beneath me. And I fall dragging you with me. 

Hug me. Until my breaths unite with yours. And the only way for me to receive oxygen is when You breathe. 

Hug me. Until my skin feels like an extension of yours. And detaching from me becomes an impossible option. 

Hug me Demon. Until your sins become mine and whatever goodness that is left of me is yours to own. And all you crave to do is purify me unconditionally. 

When you remember a car scene. Remember Me. 

If I repetitively talk about that 

Time you clutched my thigh 

On our first car date and how 

It fucking scared me and you 

Can clearly see it in my wide-eyes 

Expression, 

Then let me recall it as many 

Times as I want, because that

Time was when I realised a part of 

Me fucking loved it. 

A part of me wanted you to try

It again, but the me who was 

Surprised was too powerful. 

So, yes, let me replay that scene, 

Because whenever I do, it’s an 

Appreciation to the awakening 

Of that version, 

The version who wanted more of 

You, more of your touch, more

Of everything you can give, and 

Give back everything in return.