I close my eyes and slowly drift away from consciousness as he begins to trace delicate circles on my shoulder. Airily he whispers "Beautiful... Beautiful..." over and over while his lips caress my forehead; his warm breath evaporated into sweet drops against my forehead. He assumes I'm asleep and away in my own world until I sigh and begin to speak with my eyes closed as I falter away from his touch to turn my body away from his, "Quit lying."
Just little snapshots I write before I go to bed.
I played the PVA-glue-our-hands-together game with my brother.
He also taught me how to straighten my hair... Which is a bit odd.
I need to hear from you at least once
Just to know you're still alive.
I hate the week-long silences;
I need closure.
ginx vicioux
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