On the wall

fscottfitzgeralding:

i.
kiss me until my lips are bruised
with every unsaid word
that hangs heavy on your tongue.

ii.
i’ve made a ghost of our love
that plagues my head.

iii.
the waves of your hair,
the veins in your hands
haunt me.

iv.
i spend delirious nights
dreaming of you.
i wish you were here.

(via alcoholicanarchist)