Gunned Down By Infancy
You are nothing
close to a poet,
but the way you lick
your lips
when you see me,
it’s goddamn poetry.
His Lips Taste Like Poetry by Royla Asghar (via poems-of-madness)
I think that if I could fall asleep next to you every night, I’d never really be sad again.
Midnight thoughts (I already miss you)