Lady Midnight by Cassandra Clare (via tessalivesandbreathesbooks)
My hands keep reaching out for you The feel of your leg pressed against me and your feet tangled up in mine; I can still feel you, All of you even though you are far away. This missing you should be prolonged, I have had six days straight to soak up your sunlight To revel in the glow of us. You taste of forever You whose smiles could melt ice caps Who comes with the sweetest touch, Butterfly lips against my skin Softly stroking fingers buried in my hair. I crave you, crave us, crave we together burning bright. This need is never satiated, Only grows stronger the more we are together, The more we grow as a pair. It leaves my soul calling out for you In these moments of quiet When my heart whispers over and over “There’s no place like home” Hoping with every triplet of beats To be brought back to where you are.
© Courtney Turley 2016
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You’re not over exaggerating. You’re not too sensitive. You’re not too much. If it hurts you it fucking hurts you. If it makes you angry, then it makes you angry. There’s nothing wrong with you for feeling.
The Spectacular Now (2013)


