a heart as heavy as stone, hands wild as the ocean, can only hold onto things for so long before they are turned into driftwood, bewitching, bewildering, beguiling

his lips on my skin burn holes big enough to drown in. he tastes like peaches. like peaches and honey. like peaches and honey and sugar.

i fall for it - snort - what he calls fairy dust and let pills slide down my throat into the lagoon of my empty stomach. he shows me mermaids and pirates and red Indians, we dance around campfires, around burning buildings, around each others blazing hearts. he shows me danger and excitement and freedom.
we're not perfect but at least we're free