Your easeful fingertips sent a chill through my spine.
and although I wished I could have been frozen in time with your contrastingly warm lips on my neck
I knew that when I would fall,
I would shatter.
I’m pouring myself into this mold that I don’t quite understand yet. I’m 20 years old yet I feel as if the body I live in is not meant for me. See, my issue is, I feel like I don’t deserve things. I know I don’t deserve him. I know I don’t deserve something that makes my heart sing. It’s a lack of confidence I hate to admit. My whole life I’ve lived saying that the one thing I had going for me is I’ve always known who I am. I did. I really did. I guess I just didn’t know I was going to change too. I feel so lonely. I feel confined that I don’t have anyone to talk to yet, I know I do. I don’t think people would understand me and what is happening to me. I wouldn’t deserve it anyway