To touch me is to invite pain.
My skin is like broken glass.
To hold me is to invite emptiness.
My body is cold like winter.
To kiss me is to invite loneliness.
My lips are phantoms in the night.
To love me is to invite heartbreak.
I break everything I have.
- Quiet-Emerald
Far in the north, the moon rises. Darkness spreads beyond the horizon. Moonlight is cast upon me. Enveloping and embracing me. Wrapping...
What if I was thinner, what if I was more lady-like? What if I was younger? Would you love me? If I was more feminine? What if my voice...
Love me for a while. Sweep me off my feet. Carry me in your arms. Spin me around. Kiss me hard. Keep me close. If only for a moment....
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