I've started to miss you Pieces of you The fleeting touches I've started to miss them again. This time, I'm not sure if I'll ever not miss them. You stay next to me with me in your arms but your eyes search for somebody else, something else. Do you need more? Or do you need less? Do you need me? Or do you need her? What do you see when you look at me? Are you looking at me or are you looking at yourself in the mirror behind us? What do you want when you part your lips but never speak? What do you wish for when your eyes shine beneath me but you forget me the next minute? Do you see me? Or do you see another her? I've started to miss your touch, every second every minute. It's poisonous because what do you see when you look at me? Do you see me or do you see another her? - "Are we doing it right here?", he panicked, for the first time, he was so nervous about sex. Why? He had no idea either. 

My December doesn't feel the same without, come take me back. When was it when I saw you last? The last month? The beginning of December? Will I ever see you again? And if I do, will you be the same? Will you be just as forgiving? Just as sweet, honey dripping from your lips like you've spoken an octave higher? What is it that will change about you? Would you let me love it? Would you let me love you, still? Would you let me love you more than I do now? Would you let me love you more than she ever did? Would you let me love you as much as I wish I could? Would you let me in?  - Young-Jae?", she hurried to him, followed by Kim who was previously pestering her to climb up the stairs and change into the dress he just bought for her, knowing damn well she would try to act professional and end up wearing the same clothes she wears every day.    "You sho

My hand slips through the cracks of the vases and windows we painted together with stolen glances and carefree smiles like quicksand. The fleeting moment of wanting you back is over before it started and the deep rumbling in my chest is back. I can't tell if I've swallowed you whole or if you've left yourself behind to merge with what's left of me. Whatever way it happened, I am now you and you are now nobody but a empty vessel, a Mirage of my desires in another billion.  - "Did you like the party? I mean, were you satisfied with the work I did?", the boy was nervous in anticipation of the answer and there was no fucking way he had left something undone or unsatisfactory. Min Young-Jae wanted to be a perfectionist for a perfectionist like Minjae.    "Honestly? You did an amazing job and I hope to see the same level of work done in the coming events," her professional tone slipped ou

Being in love as an artist is so defeating, so deafening and so beautiful at the same time. My muse is in my head, in my bed, everywhere. In my clothes their scent stays and the walls of my house cave in with the echo of his voice. It's like a noose around the neck that's pulled tighter I write about him. Without even trying, everything I write is about him. Everything I imagine becomes with him, for him or he himself. He'd call me crazy if he read all of it but in my madness, only he resides. So, who really is crazy here? The one that writes or the one that makes? - "I c-can't Jae, I can't. I tore him apart, I wouldn't even be able to look him in the eye. I'm already enough ashamed right now," Jess' eyes were trained on their feet as her hand stayed intertwined with Minjae's. "I'm so sorry I ran away. I just couldn't do it anymore."    "All that matter

The last time someone held me close and tight, it was him. It was him in his checkered shirt and blue jeans. It was him in his growing hair and shiny eyes. He held me so tight, bones crushing mine and i was afraid to tell him it hurt as much as I loved it. The intimacy of our silence, only faintly accompanied by the puffs of air we let out against each other's skin, would've been like water rippled by a skipping stone. Was it not him stepping away, I would've wept, shaken and screamed in agony that would've drenched his shirt and made his brows crease in the most familiar way ever. - "W-What do you mean by that?", he knew exactly what she meant but he just couldn't accept it, not when he was completely whipped for her. Minjae licked her lips nervously and tried explaining it to him again.  "It means I want you to be my sugar baby," he stayed silent after that and clenched his jaw