“I’ve been losing all the faith I have in my ability to breathe from pondering the second chances or the possibility of getting my teeth off this curb while your foot rests easily on the back of my head. I’d push down harder if it were me.”
“The amount of fire in my bones
right now is enough to make a
volcano blush. I hope you know
that I never meant to burn you,
only create islands for you to
rest on when I finally cooled
off, when you tired of swimming.”
