Left Notes By Your Bedpost.

I crave sleepless nights filled with beautiful words and goosebumps on my skin.
Laughter that rises in volume as the sun rises over the hills.
Sweet nothings whispered into my flesh and eyes that speak what words cannot.

I crave the simplicity of love, the bounding of two souls, the connection of two hearts.

I want to tangle up within you till we become one, perfectly molded.

But you will not feed me and we are not perfect and there for I am deteriorating, wasting away to bones and dust for not even fairy tales could save my ideal heart.

Love is a hunger that needs to be fed, hope will not keep you alive.

I’m starving.

-stiina