Jcb

that december, i found my body had really been his all along. this movie is breaking my heart. i could have written volumes about the way he was ****ing me, or the reasons he loved me, or his favorite ways to die. and then the summer came, and i gave my skin, my heart and liver and lungs away to him. but i kept singing in the morning for him. i was wrapped up in a blanket beside a stolen lake, i was going to take his arms with me. i was hot and dehydrated and losing my faith. and then he was kneeling at my feet and i felt my womb swell up for him. i thought he was my needle in a haystack, my one in a million love story, i would have believed forever. i thought that time couldnt keep up with us and that the whole world would just remain still while we were alive. i thought the wicked pieces had been washed away in the torrents of calm we had, only, alone