his touches are colder now
his kisses don't mean anything to me
his whole existence engrosses me
it doesn't go unnoticed
somehow he doesn't care anymore
it doesn't bother him
he backs away
he gives me space
he respects me
YOU ARE READING
canvas | ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ: ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴄᴏʀʀᴇᴄᴛʟʏ
Fanfiction❝his anger is the paint. my body is an empty canvas. he decides to color me in.❞ [book one completed]
