I hesitated, not at his honey lips, but upon those ocean eyes. i could easily kiss him while falling into the dark, but I managed to fight off his sweet deadly lock.
his hands could glady feel all he wants, but my eyes were vulnerable to the light. I was scared that if he looked for to long he'd find the real me, raw and unedited.
he'd see the sadness. the pain. and then decide instead of loving it, he'd run.