love/lust. nothing else.

leaveyouapen:

The pen translates you so fine, so fair,
so fast, in a vast collage of tears you
have dropped, and the way you spell,
the way every letter is placed, writing 
like yours is an ignition to feelings like 
mine, you set me off, send me in the
direction your cursive moves, just an 
entwining of heart, you are my cringe,
the reason why this piece of paper 

crumples.

leaveyouapen:

Be with another,
it really doesn’t
matter, he’ll only 
love you one way,

through sex, may-
be foreplay, only 

by touch, thirst 
and crave, he’s 
not going to find

another motive to 
love you further, 
he’s blind to see,

you’re 
a sensation, a toy, 
to him. 

To me though, I am
loving you by any
means, still finding 
different ways to 
adore you,

and I’m not asking 
for much, 

I am not asking for 
you,

getting to love you 
without your 
permission is just 
another way.