sext: i remember your hands on the back of my neck when you would kiss me. i remember how your thumb would rub the top bone of my spine as your fingers curled around my baby hairs. I can still feel your hands if I think hard enough.
sext: I can see your eyes in the morning, squinting from the light cascading from the blinds over the white sheets. They were happy, I made you happy.
sext: i remember when we cried together, i was pmsing and you didn’t like to see my cry. you were drunk you felt bad, i was crying about a commercial. we laughed about it later we cried.
sext: i felt your lips on my jaw again, maybe it was the gin this time.
sext: i see you in my dreams when i drink too much, you’re not fuzzy everything else is.
sext: i smell you on my sheets
sext: i can’t wash my sheets
sext: i’ll never send you these.
sext: it’s four am, i’m drunk and i love you
sext: it’s five am and i hate you
sext: it’s all my fault
sext: no it’s yours
sext: i’m such a mess but i’m a mess of love for you, clean up on aisle four i’m a spilled mess on the ground. my heart is bleeding for you and i can’t see anything. my tears have blurred my vision but i remember getting dizzy with you and getting high on the couch and kissing you
sext: i miss our mess, i miss our messy kisses, i miss the four am phone calls about how i dreamt i was a bee and you were a flower
sext: i had a dream i was an arrow you were the bow, and i kept pulling back on you…i never made a bullseye
sext: i fucked up but i fucked up for you
sext: i fucking miss you
sext: i fucking love you
sext: why don’t you pick up when i call you, why don’t you see i still love you why can’t you feel what i feel
sext: you moved on
sext: i’m stuck in the memories
sext: i fucking hate you my eyes are crossed and everything is blurry you’re blurry i’m drunk and when i’m drunk i think of you, i love you so much clean me up
sext: why can’t you call me back
sext: is this what love feels like?
c.s. - sext (via truemanblack)
