look at the passion


this is it.

sweaty hands holding each other so tightly the knuckles go white

watery eyes looking in the same direction with passion

trembling voices whispering little things that mean the world

beating hearts that beat in the rhythm of a bird fluttering its wings

butterflies flying happily in the stomach making fun of all that nervousness

first times when everything is so serious and important

caring kisses on the forehead full kisses on the lips

long walks by the beach throwing pebbles in the ocean laughing until you cry

promises of eternity growing old together dying by each other’s side

singing stupid songs to proof something you don’t really have to 

sleeping in his t-shirt because although it’s way too long it fits you perfectly

listening to the oh’s and ah’s when everyone is amazed by you

smiling without a reason when he’s the only reason to smile

watching her getting ready in the morning 

when she pretends she knows what’s going on in basketball

when you both fall asleep on a couch cuddled to each other

when you argue when you’re not together and then you fuck each other to death

when you say it and you mean it and you know this isn’t temporary

when you finally realize it

this is it.

you know what, right?

Burn (Borderline Smut)

“Oh Christine, do you have any idea how much I burn for you?” Erik’s voice was breathy and deep, looking at his new wife with an intense gaze that was full of passion and lust. “Do you have any idea what the sight of you does to me? My mind, my body, everything.” The end of his sentence trailed off, and he caressed her face with a shaking hand. Fighting back a moan, he continued, “Every night, when I was all alone in the darkness with nothing except my music to keep me company…”

Christine closed her eyes, feeling like she was melting into his arms. He threw his head back, ignoring the pain as it hit the wall behind him. “I thought about you, and oh, I burned!” Wrapping his arms around her so tightly that she was sure it would leave a bruise, he almost collapsed onto the bed next to them. “You were always in my head – your smile when you saw my face, my horrible face!” Now it was Erik’s turn to close his eyes, reveling in the sensation of Christine hesitantly pressing kisses to his neck. “The – the sound of your voice was in my mind, taunting me, fueling the fire inside me.”

Christine shifted, leaning over him. Still without saying a word, she laid a light kiss on his lips. Erik let out a strangled sound that was something of a whimper and something of a grunt. She could feel his breath against her chin after she pulled away.

“Oh, Christine…”

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.