If nothing saves us from death, at least love should save us from life.
Everything you love is here
I closed my mouth
Rumi (via ha-n)
and spoke to you
in a hundred silent ways.
I want you to leave marks on me.
Marks from loving me too hard,
from kissing me too hard,
and holding me too hard.
I want you to leave your handprint.
I want your loving words to hit me hard.
I want to feel your love on my skin.