fireryangel115

your eyes were always soft, even when your voice went hard. for a while, i treated you like a god and i’m not saying that i worshipped you, but i let you hold my hands and i told you all the sins i carried in their grooves. i have since been told that they were never your burden to bear, but that doesn’t stop me from aching for you every time i catch myself thinking about how it would feel to kiss the girl two doors down. it’s been a while since i’ve confessed and i’m not sure i remember how. the thing is, i don’t feel that guilty anymore. the thing is, holding hands is only ten fingers away from letting