E. L. Massey is a human. Probably. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her partner, the best dog in the world (an unbiased assessment), and a frankly excessive collection of books. She spends her holidays climbing mountains and writing fan fiction, occasionally at the same time.
i want to say:
please don’t touch me if you don’t mean it
i’m scared the promises i’m hearing are just a poor translation
of what your hands are actually saying
but i’m too selfish or maybe too afraid
so i don’t
i want to say:
i love you
so i don’t
not because of the way you look at me
but because you might stop
because if i keep my love in my chest
and not in my mouth
then maybe it won’t hurt so badly
when it is taken away