Delinquents

It’s not even fair to want someone as heavily and wholly as I crave this person. I feel too small to contain it, and all he did was look at me.

Because I love you.” I refuse to allow fear into my voice. “Because I love you, nobody else will ever touch me. Even though you are constantly touched.

I love a boy who can't get his shit together, but without him I can't breathe. Thomas is love to me, and this love runs deeper than my blood and stronger than my own sense of instinct and survival. This love is forever-bound.

There was a time when we were innocent and genuine, and young, stupid in love.

I'm broken, made of pieces, but my pieces are made of more than just love.

It doesn't matter what we call it,” ... “We still are what we are.

I don’t want to be anything but with you.

But love is battling cocaine for love’s attention.

The humidity in the air from the sea being so close dampens my skin and flattens the little bit of curl in my hair, but it feels nice.

I remember the first time I ever saw you, Bliss. I think about that shit all the time.” He presses his lips together before continuing. “I loved you then, you know.

know he loves me. I never doubt his love. I doubt his intentions and respect. I distrust his motives and allegiance. Love? I smother in dictating love. He’s love's traitor. “My

I'm broken, made of pieces, but my pieces are made of more than just love. Adding

I feel naturally florid when I look up again. I look like a flourish. I look the way the word galore feels. I feel uncultivated beautiful, like pure, organic allure.