I danced as he twirled in and out of consciousness, and there we were, one in love and the other astray.

between your armsit was to dieto feel your warmththe bliss of your heartit was my life

a darkened huewith lips like cherrieseyes of lightningand that’s the momenti knew we were on fire

What if I were to wish upon a blood moon that I could have you standing here and I standing there? And when it happens to arrive in eighteen years, that you’ll be there, waiting for me like I’ll be waiting for you. As we did on the night where the moon shined down and I saw you standing in white with eyes that could ignite and a fire which couldn’t quite die.

running with sharp knivesnever got me so farbut running with youseemed lovely

I smell him in intervals, in varieties, in ways I don’t quite understand.

The silences weren’t awkward. For me at least. Because I was there in the moment with him.

We were riding fast, I got lost in the thought that this couldn’t end. Good things end. Bad things we reminisce.

You mixed love with lust and assumed you loved me, which made me question the entirety of our relationship.