If this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.
ANA DEEIf this love is going to break me, at least make my suffering sweet. I want to know what you taste like in sweltering summer heat.
ANA DEEI dream about the lover I wish I had, and all the ways I could be touched by him.
ANA DEEIf there’s still hope for the hopeless, there must be hope for us.
ANA DEEI hope you get everything you pray for. I just pray it isn’t me.
ANA DEETell me I’m your sweet thing so I can simmer in sweet dreams tonight.
ANA DEEI’ve got the midnight blues in the middle of the afternoon – the side effects of missing you.
ANA DEEI kiss the skies, set the sun in my eyes and swallow up the streams. I swear to god, I only feel alive in my most ludricious dreams.
ANA DEEHe looks at me as if I’m the flame and he’s the sea; he’d turn his tide for a chance to burn with me.
ANA DEELost in the space between friend and lover. I am and none of these things.
ANA DEEWords have taken hostage of my tongue. All the things I’m too afraid to say collect like volcanic ash in my lungs. Vulnerabilities bleed on paper but leave my mouth – never.
ANA DEEI was on fire. You didn’t even hesitate stepping into the flames. After tonight I am certain all the neighbors know your name.
ANA DEEWe kiss like fire and wind drifting, into the woods of our unspoken sins.
ANA DEEI write to feel closer to you.
ANA DEEI write poetry in my sleep because you only visit me in my dreams.
ANA DEEHow can I be soft when tough love is all I ever known?
ANA DEEIf love is rain ours is always pouring.
ANA DEE