my heart aches.
your smile strikes me,
and suddenly my chest is made of fine china,
and i break.
i see stars.
your blue eyes singe constellations into my head.
all at once the heat blazes,
like a thousand suns to my cheeks,
and i burn.
this love can only be described as a crime scene,
i am not the one with the finger on the trigger.
numb to any second thought,
you fire,
and I bleed.
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 12:16 AM UTC
my heart aches.
your smile strikes me,
and suddenly my chest is made of fine china,
and i break.
i see stars.
your blue eyes singe constellations into my head.
all at once the heat blazes,
like a thousand suns to my cheeks,
and i burn.
this love can only be described as a crime scene,
i am not the one with the finger on the trigger.
numb to any second thought,
you fire,
and I bleed.
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