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My tongue started bleeding, but I still couldn't taste your sweet love.
Was it my desire to be loved that made it easy for you to in on my knees.
Giving me enough to live but not to be alive.
I hope one day I will be grow enough to understand the desire to own a person's mind and concentions but never their heart.
You made me feel I'm never enough, as if my mediocrity will never be able to feed your heavy appetite, but the truth is you are not hungry you have glutani, so matter how many pieces I cut of you will still want more, till the last drop of my blood and even after that you're sweet love will stand 10 feet away from me.
“Oh, you’re too much" people said, and it wasn’t complimentary. Yes, she was too much. She felt like too much inside all the time.
So why wasn’t she ever enough?
Diviners, Libba Bray