my poseidon."Lack of jealousy doesn't mean maturity,my poseidon. by misaoseta
it means lack of passion. You don't have
to call every five minutes, throw dishes,
be obsessive- to be jealous,"
he murmurs against my skin,
sorrow plugging his throat,
"It could be the static in your phone call,
as slight as the tremor in your hands,
it could be as a deep as a canyon, and
as long as a river. But what kills me,"
an earthquake floods his vocal chords,
shattering his sentence into notes
"is n-n-not sharing your body. If he kisses you-
he kisses you. The outside organs are
not what one really worries about, even
if that's what we focus on. A kiss, sex, it is
small. A tree to the forest of betrayal of
sharing your smiles, your laughter, your
future, and your past. Every g-g-gasp of breath
they witnessed when I was not around,
is what really kills me. Kills us all,"
small churning, his face against the cold winter night,
my fingers searching his, the pacific ocean in my eyes
"To me, women resemble small little boats,
Hello~! I'm Holly. :] I am really friendly, so talk to me all you want! I open up quickly and I'm very easy-going. I love making new friends so don't hesitate to talk to me! |
I enjoy: food, drawing, friendly people, coffee, travel, documentaries, shoes, technology, video games, most things spicy, & more coffee.
As far as dislikes: rudeness, eel sushi, immaturity, sea cucumbers, close-mindedness, reality shows, and bad drivers.