"You were the one who held his hand
after the fist fight that left his knuckles
like red wine on..."

“You were the one who held his hand

after the fist fight that left his knuckles

like red wine on fresh-turned dirt.

All this time, and I always wanted to ask

if his blood on your hands

felt some kind of sacred.

I don’t think either of us were ever

any good for him.

Because you loved him bruised,

and I loved him bloody—

I know how it sounds, believe me, and

I have torn through rabbit holes

hunting for a better heart,

but I’ve got a weak spot for broken boys

and that

is my most disgusting feature.

You may not have loved him well,

but at least you loved him halfway whole.

Me? I would have kissed

the broken teeth from his mouth

and kept them all for myself.

I would have cracked open his crème brûlée chest

and eaten out the insides—

hung up his twisted x-rays on my walls

so I could never forget the look of a ruined heart.

I don’t break them myself, you see.

I just go collecting in the aftermath.

Grave robber for the still alive:

I may not kill anyone,

but I have never been afraid

to take what I need

to survive.”

- Bad Habits, by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)
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Published on July 28, 2015 23:00
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