All I ever wanted was to be special and to be held like I have never known. I only like whispers when they're breathed upon my neck. And in the dead of winter, I can find the most beautiful warmth. I miss having my heart beat a little faster when a certain person is around, and I'm scared that those feelings have hibernated for far too long. Recently, my feelings have wandered and gotten lost, and a little numb. I put it over the fire hoping, praying that the flames will ignite something so far gone, something that has become extremely foreign. So I'm just going to nod my head to the beat and pretend like I know what the fuck you're talking about when you use words like Love, Happiness, Loneliness, Hate.
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