So this is what burning feels like without a fire.
I’m breaking from within, his hands don’t bend me, they ignite my soul.
Just a whisper of my name from his mouth, pouring onto my skin is enough to set me a blaze.
I’m suffocating slowly from a different kind of oxygen loss.
What truly makes me afraid is that I don’t fear dying from this fatal hold he has on me.
My heart is calmer than it’s ever been in his hands, and that is truly the most devastating fear I’ve ever felt.
That I don’t have to fear any longer... Can I trust this love?
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