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Relationship status: Single and never ready to mingle First fandom: Um, Black Veil Brides (bvb army) I believe Hobbies: That’s a good question.. Worst thing I have ever tasted: Some dinner I made last week, seriously it was disgusting. Favorite place: My bedroom Favorite color: Purple
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I. where is the reason for my trembling- the weightlessness of hurting, and how my arms have only ever held me empty // how my legs shake, all the way up to my spine at the thought of hoping; the heaviness of leaving, and how my feet were made for it.
[i have written enough about my messes for you to know this story; this is where it ends]
II. spun in different colors of destruction, we are the worst kind of monsters; oh, how this selfishness brings us to the ground, and so away from it- my teeth at the nape of your neck, and mine in your hands ready to snap. we are both killing things, with larger appetites than the sky-
[tell me, do two evils make us pure?] [ is our shamelessness just like our nakedness // oh, how the beauty of bruises shine on our skin, and how we are proud of it]
to call you an ocean; one that drowned me clean; oh how i couldn’t breathe // for me to devour your chest, and make bigger spaces between your ribs- for me to break them, and stab you with it; oh, how i feel the pain // for us to suffer-
III. [however, and for us to bask in it. to be everything- trembling // hurting // aching- for us to be taking; with hands soaked in mud // to be dirty, and to live with it // love with it in peace // to be hungry, and feed on whatever’s left]
[we are animals, more tender than the wild- but with more violent ends]
IV. to give our hearts a rest // these fluttering wings in chests, and the running feet; all broken, and bent, as we lay in our ruins // death beds- wrecked- happily.
[my doubts buried under empty wells, where the desert ends // where the sun burns; this hell- that hold the world, but not you- how can i exist]
V. i am so sorry for how unnecessary this is. and how i’ve still needed to say it.