The Willful Burning
Come here. Kiss me until I’m boneless.
Broken hearts always need to destroy something beautiful.
The truth is as rough and tangled as the creases in our hands.
This One Thing
Let me climb through your mind like ivy.
There are days I don’t know where I ache anymore. Where I can’t tell if it’s gone, or if it’s everywhere, and I’ve just become numb.
And this is what will undo you: Sometimes, the poison is warm. Sometimes, what kills you feels the most like home.