Me/Us


In your arms, I feel like heaven and hell are reaching out for me; pain and pleasure course through my body. Why does blood carry legacy? Why does one feel like family? I’d give you my life, if only you were willing. Your silence sounds like promises, your absence is a promise kept. This skin loathes your touch, these eyes crave for you as much and I numb these feelings, faking a rush.

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