whispers in red

hidden lines and quiet stories

a place i’m not allowed to stay

i imagine your fingertips mapping every crevice of my body,how electric it must feel to soften beneath your commanding voice.i…

my love language is fire,and no one survives it.i write this out of pity for those i’ve burned,for those who…

you ask for love the way a child calls to birds, yet when it lands near, you startle and retreat.…

i was once told i was too much,cried often and too much,sulked often and too much,but i was raised…conditioned. conditioned…

Something went wrong. Please refresh the page and/or try again.