The White Between Your Words.: Stray sentences over and over again. Words that traced how your hands... Link post
Editor’s Note: Just assaults you with beauty. Cuts you up.
Reblogged from thewhitebetweenyourwords February 22nd, 2012 47 notes #proseStray sentences over and over again. Words that traced how your hands got tangled in my hair. I’ve memorized your eyes like comets, you know. And if I could have, I would have breathed you in. But I forced myself on you, pushed you away for want of something more. Pounded on your chest as though it were a door. Had it been made of wood I may have smashed my way in. But your heart is made of cotton sheets. Those that speak of lazy summer mornings and the lovers that roll around beneath them.
You are the opening of a Jeff Buckley song. Waking up too early with nowhere to go. You are 4 am split into seven.
You keep wanting to change me, hoping to make me better. But my best is already there, baby. You hold it in your fingertips. You keep it in your kiss.
