his breath slipped down my neck
like the humming of a river
and i heard a ringing in my ear.
his hands traveled across my skin
like i was a treasure map
and he was lost in the jungle.
i never knew how it felt to be loved
to be touched tenderly
to be held for the sole purpose of intimacy.
his skin pressed against mine
like the darkness of the night
and the noises of the rain
on the nostalgic pavement of my mind.
he plugged me into the outlet of his touch
and sent his toxic electricity through my veins.
i whispered sweet everythings
but i don’t think that he heard me
he tried to fix me like i was a busted record
but he never stopped to think that maybe
he was the one that
broke me.

my shaking doesn’t mean yes

(via gwegg)