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this is your word-wrapped coffin.
this is how i will finally bury you.
even by the things that bite.
watched tuck everlasting on a merry-go-round loop
- are you my antidote or my poison?
the boy who isn’t sure about anything is sure about me.
in tongues of no-star nightmares.
if you start to keep score, can you still call it love?
knowing, heart-stopping, airless, upside-down moment right before a fatal collision.
when he kisses me i can taste all the midnights he doesn’t even try to hide. - my monster-boy.
you had every reason to lock, bolt, & paint your door shut, but you still had enough space in that trusting heart of yours to leave it ajar & brave the cold air for me.” & i thought, trusting? or naïve?
even lucifer himself wore a pair of wings on his shoulder blades,
this love leaves bloodstains on my once-white linens.
maybe i’m such a night owl because of all those mornings you woke up & magically decided you - no longer wanted me.
will-o’-the-wisps swarmed around me; butterflies made nests in my hair; falling stars tangled in my eyelashes; nectar oozed from my fingertips; & even oceans feared the multitudes in me. - moon made up of honey.
pull out every poem i’ve ever written about you & they’ll all have the same underlying message
this isn’t a haunting; it’s a hunting.
(i’ve swallowed much sharper words than this.)
i’m the fairy tale everyone forgot about because the lesson wasn’t pure or hopeful enough. in this one, there are plenty of times when red becomes a little bit wolf after the beast comes for her with his snapping jaw too hard, too often.
every word that suicide-jumps from your lips sounds unmistakably like a synonym for “farewell.”
no one knew about all the funerals i was having for you with each step of my blood- red stilettos.
me—no one could ever want this natural disaster of a girl on their hands.
i only wish i could let go of your venom-dipped words & neck-broken promises,
when the inside of my mouth is crusted over with scabs from the effort it takes not to say those three words
i never wanted to fall for him, & so, in my usual fashion, i d i d - hopeless & romantic.
my new love— he’s got a green thumb. where you neglected me
if you’re never going to leave me, then this is me leaving you. there’s someone else seeping in through the fractures you left, & i swear he’s the most honest thing i’ve ever known. he’s not shadow-touched like i am, like we are. it’s like the sun herself radiates from his freckles.”
“that’s where you’re wrong. that girl belongs to the coffee shops & the bookstores & the treetops—but mostly she just belongs to herself,”
they will make you think every person you meet is wearing a mask to hide their fangs. - & they will be wrong.
catch me in bed playing with matches surrounded by the letters i never sent my monster-boy.
this girl has learned to love with conditions.
didn’t anyone ever warn you not to try to trick a girl who reads? she’s already seen everything.
now i’m the one who takes all our mistakes & sells them to strangers.
you don’t want to hear about all the hollywood monsters i turned you into to make people understand.
we’re two almost-strangers struggling as we try not to look at each other too closely while we pick the splintered apologies out from the cramped space between our teeth.
he dropkicked my heart back to life.
love does not need to be tragic in order for it to be good. the truth is that i would much rather stir to the feeling of his lips meeting my forehead at 5:30 a.m. every morning for the next eighty odd years than settle for living an eternity alongside someone who can’t even be sure where he left his promises the night before. - fuck those fairy tales.
sometimes the person they swear they’ll never turn into is the person who’s always been standing before you. - the perfectly woven lie.
you cannot make the ones with the wanderlust eyes pause in one place—not even if that place has your name etched all over it. - maps & eXes.
this story doesn’t end with my silence.
you better have your stakes in hand when the beautiful monsters with fangs & claws come running towards you. - we’re in this together.
