Detachment is understanding that some people only come to you in their darkest hours—not because you are forgotten in the light, but because you are the light. There is beauty in being their solace, their ray of hope, or their quiet comfort. That’s your strength, not your flaw. Take pride in that!
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You make me smile.
You make me blush.
You make me feel beautiful.
You make me feel seen.
You make me feel heard.
You make me feel safe.
You really understand.
You genuinely care.
You give level-headed advice.
Thank you!
You really make me feel special.
I hope I do, too.-
I am cracked in ways
no one can see,
Scars decorating my soul
in ways that suffocates me.
I know what it means
to see a ghost in the reflection,
I have lived the feeling
of empty promises
& failed expectations.
The hissing that only I can hear
is endless,
Serpents crawling on my skin
are relentless.
There are no monsters
under my bed,
Because they have always only
been inside my head.-
Whisper so coarse
like calloused fingers roaming on the skin.
Your voice does things sinfully delicious.
Words uttered quietly
like wind whooshing in the cold silent night.
Your voice does things sinfully delicious.
Teasing tone and tenor
like near touches and featherlight caresses.
Your voice does things sinfully delicious.
Highs of pleasure
Shivers being delirious
Your voice does things sinfully delicious.-
Caresses, Near touches
Featherlight kisses
To
Gasping, Whimpering
Breathless heaving
A night of passion; has it all.
Chills down the spine
Heat coursing in the blood
A desire deep rooted to call you mine
A clash of body & soul to shake the world.
A night of passion; has it all.
Sweet smell of us perfuming the air
Senseless flailing of limbs in greed
Too much & too little all at once like a snare
Nothing more in sight but the raw need.
A night of passion; has it all.
Saturated sheets
Satiated bodies
Slick but sweet.
A night of passion; has it all.-
Caresses
Near touches
Featherlight kisses
To
Gasping
Whimpering
Breathless heaving
A night of passion
has it all.
Chills down the spine
Heat coursing in the blood
A desire deep rooted to call you mine
A clash of body & soul to shake the world.
A night of passion
has it all.
Sweet smell of us perfuming the air
Senseless flailing of limbs in greed
Too much & too little all at once like a snare
Nothing more in sight but the raw need.
A night of passion
has it all.
Saturated sheets
Satiated bodies
Slick but sweet
A night of passion
has it all.-