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Foolish (2)

Change of pace. Did you know that I made an unofficial sequel to Foolish and never posted it?

… oops.

Part one can be found here.

Warning: Ink starts thinking too much as he realizes he has a thing for Dream. Proceed with caution.

I have no idea if I plan on writing more of this.

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Making Homes in Ribcages

Do not fall in love with people like me.

I will take you to aquariums, and parks, and museums,

and kiss you in every memorable beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting bitterness in your mouth.


Do not fall in love with people like me.

I will sing loudly and terribly to songs that you don’t really like but you’ll listen to anyways because my sincerity makes you laugh.

That song will come on and your heart will shatter because that off-tune rhythm matched perfectly with your heartbeat and you didn’t even know it.


Do not fall in love with people like me.

I will hold you close at night, my arms gripping your sides because I can’t fall asleep unless I’m holding something close to my chest.

When your bed is empty you’ll shiver and the cold will set in because a drool stain on your shirt was nothing compared to the tear stains on it now.


Do not fall in love with people like me.

I will show you off, compliment you often, and love you with absolutely everything I have in this piece of shit heart of mine, so that you’ll know exactly who’s fault it is when I leave,

and you’ll hate it.

Because I was yours and only yours.


I will destroy you in the most perfectly beautiful way possible.

And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.

I wonder how it feels to be loved by someone
who stares at you as if you’re the only one who can make the world turn.
Where every action you make is gratified,
kiss upon your feet as if a god,
you can answer where the stars are
and oh how you can make
them shine.
I wonder how it feels to spark inspiration in a dark ribcage
and make it turn into a million little
lights.
—  lights. Krys Kazik.