Gentle

He breaks my heart to tear it apart,

but I know I’ll miss him….

Almost everyday of the week;

and on Mondays.

On golden afternoons.

Knowing I could never kiss his lips,

or feel up his smooth hair round his scalp.

I will never know what sweet kisses like his feel like;

or what his arms wrapped around my waist would be like melted around my waist and the feel of his warmth wrapped around my body in the smooth chisels of per say, his body.

I would like to kiss him.

he looks kissable and I want him.

He looks subtle; gentle and I like it.

The way he feels so Goddamned fucking gentle.

Be safe love. 

As long as I know you’re going to be alive and live long enough to see the days progress.

But unalike and loved for what you do for others; for society.

Come back home safely.

If they can’t love you;

They’re just jealous.