you always push your thoughts
into my mouth
leave me lulling on the soft
syllables of your love
licking my teeth with that 
tongue 
dripping my cunt with your
fingers

whispering
“i want to taste
every inch of your
body”

I’ll never be enough.

I think that’s okay. I want to be more.

there is no
poetry in dying
alone

his lips
sucking
every ounce
of love

(via dead-lines-and-commitments)

there is no 
point in lying
to someone
— sooner 
or later
they will find
out the truth about
you

I want a poet 
to fall in love 
with me —

So even after 
I ruin him
he will keep 
writing 
for me

I see love
on the street
and I want you
all around me

your heart
beating;
pitter pattering
while my lips rest
against your neck

my fingers
digging into
your flesh —
wishing I could be
closer

your soul
pulsing its way
through me

you are my
tether to this
world

the love
beating
out of my
chest

I’ve wanted
to die —
but I also
long to be
yours