I want you to feel me nestled inside you
Where your heart once was
As I give you life, then take it away
You part your lips, to protest
But I press my lips to yours
And you struggle with the weight of my name on your tongue
Taking the name of your deity in vain
As the books from the shelves fall around us
Words raining down upon our skin
And you, crying out to the heavens above
LITTLE TALKS 
she’d appropriated it.
Appropriate what, if I might ask?
appreciated*
sorry! auto corrector’s bad.
It’s ok, it happens to the best of us 🙂
oh God this is so beautiful it hurts
Why thank you!