omen
I tug at the sheets as the sweat tramples down my body, better yet, our bodies. He grabs me, kisses me, and I think to myself, I love him, I really love him. Passionately, he bites me. and then I
as i watched him, i couldnt help but think of the times we spent together. Of the times we watched sports like soccer, baseball, and even football. He actually got me to enjoy football. I knew it was love, even though he saw it as something completely different. A companion in his eyes, but a lover through mine..
wake up. move, i cant move. i cant breathe, i need to wake up, move, its all im thinking. trapped here, bc my eyes will not open. suffocating, can't i just, move?