I can handle scars, especially one's on the outside.

When he inches into me, I feel the pain, but I also feel the invisible chains around my wrists break and shatter.

He tastes like mint and need, as he overpowers me with his tongue.

Please don't go. I just got you back

Just because it's broken doesn't mean it loses its importance. And I figured I'd give it to you one day when you realized it was okay to make mistakes.

But sometimes stuff happens and we find ourselves lost, and suddenly we're standing in a place we don't recognize and can't remember walking-or falling-there, and we're unsure how to get back or if we even want to.

How am I supposed to move forward in life when everything important to me is motionless?