"The worst kind of love is when you lovethrough the disgusting—when you’re bad for each otherand..."

“The worst kind of love is when you love

through the disgusting—

when you’re bad for each other

and you know it

and you keep on loving

and it tears you apart.

The worst is when you can’t get enough of it.

You’re running to their mouth

like you’re looking for a fix;

you promise yourself,

just one last time.

But the last time becomes the next time

and you wear their bruises

in a ring around your neck,

and tell yourself it’s poetic

to wear hickeys like a hanging.

You try to shake them from your bones,

but they’ve soaked into the marrow,

made sponges of your femurs.

Your legs give out at the knees

and you call it love.

They say the warning sign

is when you think you need one another.

They say that’s where it starts.

But you’ve never loved by halves

and you don’t know how to stop.

The worst is when you lose yourself loving

but you have always loved that way

and you don’t think there’s anything

you can do about it.”

- 2 AM Sunrise, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)