I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.
I wake up each morning wanting more of you. First, it was your lips, then it was your hands, now it is your heart. Now, it is always your heart.
I could have every single part of your body pressed against mine and I’d still say ‘pull me closer’.
The poison leaves bit by bit, not all at once. Be patient. You are healing.