you are an angel with the white, pink lips bathing in asphalt and blackened undertones of aching broken hearts. you’ll search and search for salvation, only to come back with empty hands and burns on your fingertips.
2. he’s a demon in the night who bathes in moonlight and innocent girls’ sins. he doesn’t keep love around, only for a good one night stand. he’ll search and search for lust, only to come back with his hands full and heart shaped bruises on his neck
3. you think he’ll change for you, but his tongue is sharpened at the tip and it will cut your lips when he kisses you.
4. you’ll try to force your bleeding heart into his palms and tell him to take it and be gentle, knowing he’s going to crush it. “shh, sweetheart. it’s okay. i won’t break it.” but he does so anyway.
5. sitting underneath the stars at midnight watching the night go by as he gets into another girl’s car. leaving you empty and hollow.
i named this after my ex’s middle name because this is basically me writing about him and what i wish i could tell my past self.