To truly love someone is to take the time to peel off every one of their layers. To find and believe that their curses are just as lovely as their blessings. It means to admire their human-ness in every way because you find comfort in knowing you’re equally imperfect, but that when you come together you become complete. But not complete persay. You become…elevated. He/she fits into your empty spaces as perfectly as you do his/hers but this dynamic just as well manifests a perpetual restoration and uplifting. Adorned in one another’s affection and ability to be…just be and exist beyond yourselves and within each other.

That moment when you finish a book and you stare at the cover for a little while, knowing everything that was inside is now a part of you.

Everything I wear looks awkward on me. I have the most awkward ass body lol. I’m good at complaining about myself.

Why is it that your love has no parallel? A parallel to your penetration is a 404 in the pages where I write my deepest feelings about you. And I wonder why I bother buying these lace underwear. Cause when his fingers find their way beneath the flowers and cheetah print I can’t help but wish we were strumming each other instead. My chords to match your chords coated in breaths heavy and weighted with passion and running with the built up frustrations of this week’s past. Remember that time when we went all night long? Riding the milky ways of the silky waves that seeped through the parting of my lips. You are like the release of breath after the climax. You are the sun melting into my horizon. Even in the dead of night the stars press upon my tongue to remind me of your lovely taste. You are my lethal injection. Pumping through my veins and leaving me dead to the world. Oh what a beautiful death. You’re the only one I trust to touch me. I compare every physical encounter to your sweet seduction. Cadences transforming the rhythm of my own heartbeat, creating a lightness of the head, a lifting of my spirit, and a warmth between my legs. And I could go on for days. But let me just tell you that this lace that clings to my hips and breasts only serve to emulate the fulfillment in the nakedness I can feel with you.

helplesssouls replied to your post: I’ve never been one to question peoples motives. I…

Fuck her up! lol

lol help a nigga out doe!

I’ve never been one to question peoples motives. I always expect the best because I offer others my best. But this girl has been fishy from the beginning. The issue has been long over but I feel the need to get this off my chest. She does a good job of doing the opposite of everything she says. She is weak. And she’s sneaky lol. I’d hate to say this since she seems like the sweetest thing. Maybe she is but there are just too many pieces coming together to tell me this girl shouldn’t have been trusted. And this is part of why the situation happened in the first place. Because she didn’t keep her word to me. It’s whatever though. We aren’t friends or anything. It just really tugs at me to realize that someone would actually be against me the whole time and still front as if she’s innocent. Not ok. Oh well. Happens. Fuck people honestly.

I need to learn how to be completely single. No side hoes, no boo thangs, no boyfriends. Easier said than done.

But I wonder if this addiction to relationships, intimacy, and sex is just a phase that all young adults go through.