you’re such a melancholic enigma. heart shaped bruises on your neck and lipstick stains on your porcelain skin
there’s no beauty running through those filthy veins, you are not crystalline.
you have terror in your words as they hold me in a tight embrace. i never felt so cold, yet so warm in someone’s grip. i could get frostbite from your hands, and a heatstroke from your lips.
your tongue is sharp as a blade you had enough time to practice and now you’re slicing my chest open so you can rip my heart out.