oliviamorfit:

the sweetness on the edge of your kiss licks at me like the careless twist of a razor

and i want you to hurt me, hurt me

something in the space between our fingertips makes me want to eat you whole so you can’t belong to anyone else- why am i like this?

i watch you watching romance unfold on the screen in front of us and i wonder if you, too, see the seeds of us

but i can’t ask because the bud of love is a dance and i am not a dancer, i want to crash into you and have you thank me

i want you to want my mess

do you think i am anything out of the ordinary?