March 2012
saltwaterseas:
we made love in the viole(n)t sheets
after three rounds,
i didn’t know how to control
the quivering muscles in my legs.
we laid in bed,
smoking menthol cigarettes,
trying not to get
ash in our hairs.
the sweat, glistened
rolling down his cheek.
i kissed his shoulder,
touched his stomach,
stretched my legs
and got up and left.
“Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time....”
– Dream for an Insomniac (via massgrave)