summary
His lips were on mine. Moving. Molding. Creating a sycamore thunderstorm; his hands covering my body like saccharine guilt – in this tale the darlings are quiet & only sparkle in the flames of hell - he was demon's breath, inebriating and enamoring - calming my restless veins while setting my arteries on fire. Breath quivering and lips detaching to take a look at him. His brown hair cascaded over moonlit skin; while his body settled above mine, creating the perfect eclipse - his warm hands circle around my poison ivy neck - his quivering breath leaving my nicotine puff lips like a stale of cigarette .
I swore the thistles engraved in my tissue droned him close to me.
I was in for bad.
The sky full of stars residing in his eyes, lifeless - yet so, full of life than ever.
His face could be the subject of poesy, words of sonnets falling together in a delicate tumble of pulchritude to capture his likeness but, perhaps the most striking feature -the most enchanting- of him would be, his eyes. Gray swirled with misty twilight, lambent and glittering with subtle curiosity, which were now, reflecting me.
I might be in love with him.
Nothing consumes as much as his touch. No touch can prevent me from craving him. No embrace, no kiss, no toxin, no pray is to the point of staining me with him. He is the nearest thing I have been to religion.
His strand of patience split; our lips connecting again.
His nails creating half crescent shapes on my blades. Lungs burnt out with snatched breaths. Silk sheets creaking bed frames. Body suffocating others. Lips colliding again and again, wanting more and more.
'Regulus'
I'm no longer me and he is no longer him. We have shared the pieces that make us human; in this way, we both become insane when we not close enough.
I might forget how it feels to be alive but, him - not him, please. please.
He is all I ever had.
'Regulus'
If I don't have him in this lifetime then, maybe in another. Another and another. I will never have enough of our forever in any lifetime. Call it madness or call it love.
Let everyone forget the trace of my fingers except him. Please.
He is all I ever had.
I beg you. never forget me, love.