Hold
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A sun, a moon pass above without no scent
The sun has fallen for I have lost count
For how I wonder if your well
To wonder if a sheer streak still lingers
Is it bad that i wanna adore you and love you?
Is it bad that i wanna kiss you and also hold you?
Is it bad that i crave you?
Is it bad that i wanna save you?
From all the good things and bad..
I ask about love,
And if I can ever find it.
But how can I expect someone to love me,
When I don't love myself?
How can I expect respect,
When I tear myself down?
How can I expect anyone to trust me,
Come on, go.Go. Don’t you knowthis can’t really harm you- I'm hereand you’re perfectly fit
for things like this.No time to reminisceabout the solid groundyou’ll leave, then hit.
You held me
Caressing flesh
Tracing curves
Turning your porcelain skin in circles
around mine
My body, scarred
lived in
Yours smooth
I don't want devastating love
So forget Olivia Pope and her definition of love
I want simple, genuine, unadulterated love
I want my love to not be complicated
I want my love to be practical
he sits in the shower
pools of blood at his sides
the water washing away his tears
along with the crimson liquid pouring from his wrists.
he hates who he is.
a disappointments
a fuck up
I am the vine, gripping the bricks on the wall.
I am the paper clip, tightly holding the papers together.
I am the loving arms, that safetly hugs my family.
I am the hold, that never loses its grip.
