The numbing of love lost hums blackbirds into hypnosis.
I tucked my teeth into the creases of your hand,
Asked you to hide them until I was ready to eat again.
In the sockets of our eyes, we hide gold wedding bands.
We stuff our mouths with chocolate as we cross the border. In Morocco, women carry hot coals in their bare hands.
Searching for water, they make fires along the way.
Loving a boy at seventeen is different.
I loved him so hard my spine slid through my back.
- Amanda Leigh Lichtenstein (via clavicola)(via butitlookslikefun)
