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The knowledge of how much your heart Weighs heavy on mine picturing you In pieces alone only Literally now Did it get burnt with your b..

Bury it you can't just There is so much to do Right now like Bury Your head in your phone in Your arms in That dishwater that bites Or that st..

My sun

The beach disolves And we stare fresh eyed, awaremystomach drops because you’re...and the scene dissolves The bitter taste of mo(u)rning..

It’s the little things- every moment passes the memories so important when all has changed and what you’re left with is a dry resi..

It takes a couple of goes but you get up in the end drop your book on mine and climb over, closing my arm around you and looking up at me with ey..

After all these years the edges are smooth flesh pocketed and fading from dirty purple to pink white, tight white and light purple when it&r..

If the sand isn’t already slick with oil,one day I’ll balance you on my hip as the waves lap at my thighs and be filled with joy aga..

You have a smile that can’t be captured, aware it becomes guarded but in the safety of us its light is enough to draw me up forever ..

This might be a part 1,