Dear somebody, somewhere.
My body aches with pain yet my heart throbs with the feeling of endearment. The bruises he puts on my body are nothing compared to the smile he put's on my face, constantly. His kiss is my oxygen, his voice my med's. The many scarves that I wear to cover up the branded hand-prints around my small neck are okay, maybe even good, if it means I get to have him all to myself, daily.
"Vos yeux mon univers detiennent," He tells me, Your eyes hold my universe. It's words like these that lets me know It's real love. The little things. Those make all the difference.
XOXO, Mayson <3
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Too beautiful
General FictionWhat kind of man lays his hands on the woman he loves? Calls her angel, but shows no remorse in her blood He covers her body in bruises and scars You don't understand just how beautiful you are You are too beautiful Your heart wants something more T...
