I can tell you love me by what you do in your sleep
You’ll roll over and spoon me
With your cheek pressing against my back
Or nuzzling my neck
You’ll kiss me and say I love you too
In a quiet, sleepy mumble
You’ll give my butt or boob a quick squeeze
Before rolling over
Or pulling me closer
You’ll grab my hand and hold it
Sometimes rubbing your thumb against my fingers
Or gripping it tighter
You put your arm around me, you cuddle me, and kiss me all while dreaming
And you don’t remember it the next morning
But I do
And I love every minute of it
Like deep cuts and bruises,
My hands have become scar tissue.
I can’t bend them like I used to,
They only break as they mangle.
My grip is weak,
And my knees sore,
And my body broken.
s.r., weakness (via disasociative)
we fell in love in your bed at 2 am on Christmas eve
my phone was blowing up with texts from my mom
(& usually I’m always responding, even if it ruins my night)
But I usually didn’t fall in love with you
Now I’m falling in love with you every night
I love you
This is so sweet❤️
Cute poem by ya boi
(via real)
i hate goodbyes….
My family may say that they love me deep down but they actions don’t say much.
All I’m saying is actions speak louder than words.
Hopefully this bullshit will end, I’m so tired of fighting with them.
