Almost fully sober wordsAlmost fully sober words by PossumFan
This is my very many testaments that I'm gonna write to *you. I don't really know how to express that love without pushing it on *you as well. I'm not forcing *you to love me back, but please, *please*, *PLEASE* if *you don't want me loving and lusting after *you in the way that I do, say something. SAY. SOMETHING. If *you don't it's gonna continue. If *you don't want me moaning *your name anymore or me daydreaming erotic things about *you, then damnit: Say something!!! Because I LOVE YOU AND I'M SICK AND TIRED OF HOLDING IT BACK!!!
Short But SweetThe love I have abstained from cannot be held off any longer. Yet, I try not to gasp/scream *your name too loudly when I orgasm. My head swims the ocean of my heart for *you. It pummels anything in its path to get to *you. To be near *your soul. To be with *you in a way that cannot be possible. To be *yours. Finally *yours.Short But Sweet by PossumFan
Words And ConvulsionsI have a million words I want to pen to *you, but I'm not sure how *you would receive them. My heart speeds up when I think of *you, and I don't sleep until 3 AM. How would *you feel if I handed my soul to *you, naked and with all its faults? If I took the liberty and stripped my fear away? Took everything off, every shred of humanness that I had. What if I took that all off for *you, what if I hurt myself for *you, what if I lose sleep because of *you? Would *you think it was *your fault or would *you shrug and say "Oh it's just her insomnia again." I would look at *you, silent, while my mind was screaming "Goddamnit it is NOT my fucking insomnia!" I hope to FUCKING GOD I do *not* crumble next weekend because if I do then God help me *you will be the man that I want there when I fall to the ground shaking in an anxiety attack, and I won't have the heart to tell *you that it was all *your fault.Words And Convulsions by PossumFan
Never Again, AgainI keep telling myself that I love *you, and this fact is true. What I would not give to be in *your arms, never again having to travel for 9 hours to see him and *you. To finally be able to say "Yes, everything is perfect. Yes, I am here again, but this time I'm not leaving." To be able to look an old man in the eyes and tell *you I love *you. Tell *you the truth. Tell *you, well, everything. I'm a little bit drunk and tired but *you know all too well how that feeling is. How it feels to stumble, and trip over *your own words, which in *your head sound fine but coming out it's like a tornado in *your mouth. I don't like being drunk because it makes me think of *you in an erotic way, but being sober does that too. When it comes down to it I think I'd rather be drunk all the time because at least then *I can't remember what I write to *you the day after.Never Again, Again by PossumFan
subcutaneousi want to wear the shadows of his teethsubcutaneous by LeahShae
like a necklace,
blooming teal and violet
on the edges of my collarbones.
I Need To Remember this"Some people don't want an explanation and that's okay!"I Need To Remember this by CherishKay
remember this because it will save your precious mind from insanity,
and you'll end up completely berried in yourself if you keep wanting to explain things to people, which isn't fun at all and your mind won't be able to think straight anymore.
by all means, save yourself the agony, please.
It's good for your environment inside you.
By the way, I remember January of last year I made this goal to feel life enough, and I most defiantly reached it, phew. Now I'm done and can be happy.
I hope all you can too!
Much love, Cherisha
Perhaps I Dreamed itShe stepped into the chilly night and sat right there, beside the door. As she lit her cigarette, her face blossomed in the glow of the lighter. For a singular and consequential moment, I saw the blue and vast emptiness of her eyes before the darkness took her again. She had no awareness of my existence, feet away from her, crouched and breathless in her bushes. Although I—a complete stranger—sat there and watched her, I felt as though she was the one trespassing on my sanctuary. I did not call out to her. I made no attempt to warn her of my presence, told myself that it would only upset her, that her trembling hands and quick, short breaths could not take the shock. I know now that it was those beautiful and frighteningly void eyes that had stopped me. My curiosity has always been stronger than my courtesy.Perhaps I Dreamed it by relativi-t
I watched her, and she sat, still in the darkness except for the occasional drag from her cigarette. Halfway through her smoke, she began to cry—great, silent sob
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Personal Quote: You must stay drunk on writing so reality cannot destroy you. - Ray Bradbury
What I'm here on DA to do: Spill my heart, spill my mind, spill my soul to those willing and able to listen. To make friends. To read, and be read.