Your eyes are the prettiest shade of just fuck me up and your lips I want to kiss even though poison drips from your tongue and
I know you’re bad news but
with a jaw chiseled by Michaelangelo
I’m not sure that I’m ready to say goodbye.
My hands fit perfectly in yours and you callously hang on to what you think will make you feel right.
But no amount of conquered hearts
in your palms will make you feel less alone.
I can hear the echoes in your blood and see the etched tremor of love in your bones.
You loved once too and you loved her as I love you.
And when love is sucked out and dragged and beat, then it really does not work out.
I know it hurts to breathe and I know you don’t want to learn and you don’t want to see clear.
Not when she makes your palms sweat and your eyes heavy and your insides hammer.
And I understand. I understand the way you make me feel when you say my name or when you put your arm around me and I understand the warmth in my blood when I have you near and when I hear you speak and I know that I love you.
And I love you as much as you love her and I’m not ready to say goodbye so
I guess I’ll hold your hand tight as she rips apart your heart.
It seems you’re just as stubborn as I.
— L.D//untitled//for the one I can’t stop writing about