he was beautiful,
lovely,
and all things blissful.
I loved him with exuberant passion.
he did not know
he could not know
I could not love him how she could
he was not mine
and our dreams where mere fantasy’s
along with our stories and shared memories
I held his cold hands in mine, and we…
People should talk to me… i get bored
(Source: saltandtorchit, via perfecting-a-world-meant-to-sin)