Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 9848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 49(@200wpm)___ 39(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 49(@200wpm)___ 39(@250wpm)___ 33(@300wpm)
I love you, I think.
I hate you, I think.
Both feelings are true, and that’s confusing.
You look at me, hurt in your eyes. I look at you the same way. We were supposed to make it. We weren’t supposed to end up here. Here, in a cold, dead apartment that was once packed with life.My lips part to speak, but every syllable has already been spoken.
We say goodbye with our hearts for the last time.
— B
I liked you better when I thought you were the man you said you were, not the one you hid beneath those lies.
— K
After the last time, I swore to focus on myself.
I swore to fall in love with only me for the rest of my days.
A peaceful life of solitude because past lovers cut too deep.
Then came you.
After years of betrayal and years of grief, you kissed me.
You.
Kissed.
Me.
Dizziness clouded my brain. Confusion filled my soul.
How dare you remind me that tingles of desire could still move throughout my system?
Your kiss tasted different than the others.
Like always, with a touch of forever sprinkled in.
It scared me because it tasted so real.
— B
I’ve realized the more I love, the more I fear. With each new crack my heart endures, I patch it with a silent promise that I won’t do that again — whatever that is. The problem with my philosophy is that love is not a house or a car, it is a leap. I cannot ask for an insurance policy, but rather only trust that the other person jumping with me will be there to catch me at the bottom. Or at the very least, hold my hand on the way down, where we will both be broken in unison.
— K
Your hand touches my thigh. I melt into you.
My fingers dig into your back. You press me against the chilled wall of the bedroom.
Our mouths connect. Your tongue slides against mine.
My legs wrap around your waist. You lift me higher.
I explore every piece of your body. You discover every inch of mine.
You thrust. I gasp. You growl. I moan.
We move to a rhythm that only we know.
— B
I loved the way his tongue danced
along my inner thigh,
like a ballerina on stage,
tiptoeing that delicate line.
Spin and twirl, ballerina,
in that tasty skirt of pink.
Remember your performance isn’t over
until the crowd is on its feet.
— K
Rage.
Gaslight.
Flowers.
Rage.
Gaslight.
Flowers.
Sprinkles of “I love yous.”
Dashes of “I’ll kill myself if you leave me.”
Then again:
Rage.
Gaslight.
Flowers.
— B
I think this is it.
How scary that moment is,
when it hits you,
when you know that
what could have been forever
is actually just for now,
and very soon,
for not,
and perhaps one day,
forgotten.
— K
A million stars are in the sky.
I want to write your name in cursive against them.
I want the galaxy to swallow us whole and for our wishes to come true as we dance amongst the sparkles of the night.
The burning
flames of
dreams
drifting past us.
I feel a sensation of life when you touch me.
We become the stars.
We shine, we burst, and then we die.
We become stardust as your mess intertwines with mine.
— B
The hardest part about hearing him say that he couldn’t see his future with me was that when we broke up, when he said it was the end, he only had to mourn the past year, whereas I had already seen an entire life together, and had to mourn the death of that, too.
— K
Kissing with hate and kissing with love were very much alike.
I only wish I could tell the difference between how you kiss me.
Some days they tasted like hatred; other times, they felt like promises of our wishes coming true.
Oh, how I hate that my kisses love you.
— B
Waking up on the day where you aren’t mine anymore is the hardest thing I have ever had to do. If I would have known the last time we kissed was the very last time, I would have kissed you longer. If I would have known the last time I looked over and saw your blue eyes shining and a smile just for me would have been the very last time, I would have taken a photo to keep always. If I would have known the last time you held me in your arms was the very last time, I would have held you tighter, and I don’t think I ever would have let you go.
— K
I fight against the morning because the night enchants me.
The shadows trace my soul. The darkness swallows me whole.
Whole.
I once was whole.
Now I am carved puzzle pieces that no longer fit together as one.
How do I fix myself when my pieces no longer belong? The sunbeams burn the edges of my pieces, igniting intense flames.
Sun.
I fight against the sun because the clouds relax me.
They float over my heart, willing it to pause because it’s afraid to start.
Yet, still, daytime comes, and I bathe, I burn, I evaporate in the sun.