#rmdrake
“I’m too much of an asshole for anything beautiful.”
It was like fact. For example we have 206 bones in our whole body. Concrete.
I knew I didn’t deserve you. The way the thickness of your beard tickles my neck as you kissed down my body.
Yeah, I liked that. Yeah, I was a greedy asshole. I wanted more.
As compacted as a brick, I stated that. Your beard busts open in a laugh, rolling from your ribs.
“Bonehead, I love you for all the mess you are.”
And my 206 bones, melted.
Butter in a hot skillet.
Beard to skin on sticky sheets.
You.
And me -Asshole.
And love.
Asshole love.
e.m.
She loved the way his eyes lit up when he talked about things he was passionate about. The way they danced, sang, and stomped on ground he believed no one had ever conquered. And she only hoped- when she wasn’t around- his eyes told the same story when he spoke of her.
Someone once asked me what the most powerful thing in the world was. I could have said money or power or even love, but instead I said words.
Almost:
He almost loved her.
She almost stopped caring.
Theyalmost made it.
Sometimes:
SometimesI want to die.
Its okay sometimes to be sad.
Sometimes I still miss him.
Always:
Iwill always love her.
He is always on my mind.
Anymore:
I don’t love you anymore.
Words. They change the world around us. They change us. They changed me. I changed others with them. And that is what makes them so powerful.
you always have time to take your time