He has tattoos on the backs of both hands,
and I catch myself admiring the way they move while he touches me..
Photos that mean the world to him
Dancing with the movement of his fingertips over my body.
And i catch myself noticing the Cresent moon between his eyes and his chin..
The way the edges of his mouth turn upwards every time he hears my name..
It's a moon... just for me..
As if I'm some lost girl chasing a light at the end of the tunnel that may or may not have been my love life...
I've been so utterly confused since the first time.
I served my heart steaming hot on a platter to a man who had no intention of loving me back -
Being devoured and tossed stole something from me.
I realized just now that I've completely lost sight of what it feels like...
What it truely feels like to wear your heart on your sleeve like some old patch you attached your clothes with a hot iron and hope..
But you didn't know what you were doing so at any given moment it might fall..
You might los