…i love you. 💔

…there’s these hands.

-that cease the earths spin and complicates the usual rhythm of a bodys’ pulse.

-that makes a lady become a woman, and a panted breath a newfound tune.

-hands that caress the bones and blood flow underneath the skin.

fucks wit ya head tho-

any dotted line ill sign-

on any printed paper-

i love you-

-but these hands;

-they fckn’ connect to you!!

-to heartache.

-to distrust.

-to let down.

-to tears and regret.

but damn i love you-

-what have you stripped from us?

-what world have you demolished?

-oh how long it’s been.

-some days i go to war simply not to call you.

-awaiting the sun to fall asleep so i can sneak you in.

-as the moon never seems to tell.

it knows i love you-

but i don’t-

and i suffer-

and i become angry with hope-

because i love you-

-the man with the hands that ceases the earths spin and complicates the usual rhythm of my bodys’ pulse.

-but the man that no portion of me trusts.

-any longer; anymore.

-oh what have you done?

-oh what have you stripped from us?

-oh what world have you demolished?

you stupid stupid boy. 😔

i love you- 💔

kb

-written to: ‘i love you’- kristina/marthe