fuck. this feels like love but im breathing.
i hate this. tourniquet a small heart slowly beating.
i used to be a sleepwaker, of the dead, chest in coffin. i wished for her blood, her eyes to close, her breath to fade, and on my lips mournful soften.
i’ve chased her on time’s wings and scratched our names into the world. a princess, an angel, a devil among kings.
…
my words just fall apart and i’m hopeless and lonely and wonderful. and its all your fault.
