" The synchronicity
of your
lips against
my neck is
my greatest sin
and only regret. "

grandmofpuppeteer:

No emotion is just
Interpretation of trust
Love is a blanket of lust
Layered with pleasure and fucks

Until it’s soured by truth
Feelings expressed by fluke
Lies come up like puke
Steaming desire gone luke

Lukewarm love turned to seething hate turned to morose pain to blood red rain
Yet all remain
Compressed
Unexpressed
And flushed away