She wants to feel a warmth;
the stirrings of something far too good, too much for her heart.

She had a very sweet heart & a tooth.

Which one turned bad first?

You tell me.

So,
there we were under december lights and burnt out matchsticks,

looking like we've fallen in love tonight.

It was all eyelashes and hastiness drawn out.
You braided secrets & warm murmurs into my hair;
then a smirk into my left shoulder blade.

Your lips tasted like something,
someone

I wanted more of.

i want it to snow
so we can make a snowman
with a big big smile

We have to wither and die a little.

Prune, snip off all the bad, no-good things.

Even the parts that grew another home in your veins and bloomed roses around your ribcage.

Thing is, it is a place you need not visit anymore.

Burn down all the empty houses
with
light-bulbs still on & unlocked doors.

You need not wait.

From the ashes and bones,

there, you're *blooming.

"Stop, you're tickling my heartstrings."

"Don't ******* over there-
You'll feel a half-moon smirk and laughter in your left shoulderblade."