it was the way he glowed
lit up entire street blocks as he walked
like he’d swallowed a million fireflies
and let them loose every time he opened his mouth
to speak
and devour your heart
it was the way he looked at you
like you were something real
like you were something beautiful
you aren’t, you try to tell him. tell him a million times, never tell him enough.
“That’s just the skin I wear.”
he must see that
(that you are a wretched thing, built sharp and toxic
that the blood doesn’t wash off your hands anymore
that he should be as far from you as he can get)
he must be blind you think
or stupid
but nobody’s ever made your heart skip like he did
it was the way he touched you
slow and soft
more like bruised fruit than
the knife that you were
you warned him that he would cut himself doing that
your skin was not meant to touch
but he still kissed your ****** lips
and held your treacherous hands
like things that were made for something so tender
such as love
you tell him that you are not
something living and breathing
something warm and glowing and beautiful
something human
something like him
but that boy
he loves you
he’d love you for anything
you love him too
Nov 2, 2017
Nov 2, 2017 at 11:00 PM UTC
it was the way he glowed
lit up entire street blocks as he walked
like he’d swallowed a million fireflies
and let them loose every time he opened his mouth
to speak
and devour your heart
it was the way he looked at you
like you were something real
like you were something beautiful
you aren’t, you try to tell him. tell him a million times, never tell him enough.
“That’s just the skin I wear.”
he must see that
(that you are a wretched thing, built sharp and toxic
that the blood doesn’t wash off your hands anymore
that he should be as far from you as he can get)
he must be blind you think
or stupid
but nobody’s ever made your heart skip like he did
it was the way he touched you
slow and soft
more like bruised fruit than
the knife that you were
you warned him that he would cut himself doing that
your skin was not meant to touch
but he still kissed your ****** lips
and held your treacherous hands
like things that were made for something so tender
such as love
you tell him that you are not
something living and breathing
something warm and glowing and beautiful
something human
something like him
but that boy
he loves you
he’d love you for anything
you love him too
