Give me my sin again.

- Romeo Montague

I want to be the smoke that gently caresses your fine skin, and the mouth of the bottle that arrogantly touches your lively lips as you sip your daily beer along with your daily woes, and the profanities that make their way out of your mouth as you curse the world with its people for being a pain, and the words that you loathe penning since they make you vulnerable.

I yearn to be the lies you tell everyone to keep you from harm, and at the same time the truths that upset, you repress them, for both of these things have you and your truths planted inside them.

Please, let me be the things that you ostensibly hate (and so much more), always to be remembered as you indulge in them. 

(Source: kevinantiga)

kevinantiga:

I hate your big, beady eyes. I hate the way you taste. I hate the smell of your hair. I hate your body and the way it cried for an embrace. I hate your complexion for being as pristine and white like a pearl. I hate how you manage to resurface into my consciousness at random moments. 

I guess regret only comes when I realize that I only had you for one night and that we had to spend it drinking beer with friends. We could have spent it being alone in bed or on the couch just fucking or talking. I hope we didn’t let the world matter that night.

But you’re just crazy and clingy and charming and you adored an ungrateful boy. And I will always love you for making me feel alive. 

Thanks for letting me be a part of your Life, even for a night.