The Misunderstood

A selection of skinny thoughts presented in black dots on a piece of paper?


70. Cravings

And the pillow I lay my head to rest on is intoxicated with your smell so even when you're not around I'm haunted by your presence in the simplest of ways, I can't get enough of you.. I bury my face into the pillow and inhale deeply as if I were lay on your chest while you whispered sweet nothings in your delicate voice and every second that ticks by I crave you more.. But how can you crave something that was never yours?

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