I’ve lost the power to write. for the life i lead now, with you, even when you are in my arms, while your skin stuck to mine, and your words immersed in my soul, perpetually, i don’t get it, in fact, it is just bruises after bruises, and a tinge of shame, i should get it, but boy, why did my heart still felt unattended? Have I lost the power to feel? Indeed, I’ve lost all of it.
Kill me if you must, Zhou. It is hard, It is really devastating, to disagree with your beauty, so rare, I was left defenseless. Yes, I am, It is hard, It is really impossible to be angry at one who agrees your disagreement.
i tell you stories i say you aint mine and don’t worry it wont hurt us so we don’t even have to try you were worried i get all pretentious to believe to make you think this was crazy. this was crazy. it is crazy crazy i could start feeling your essence and that is not good i could smell you i know. the fact I knew everything. it scares the shit out of me it scares to let me, let you taste everything