we are the few, the sick and the damned.
we will feast on those who thought they knew us
and their bones will break under the pressure of pointed teeth.
I am under the influence of cold medication.
you should really listen to this song.
Jesus Christ, girl
I laid up for hours in a daze
Retracing the expanse of your American back
With Adderall and weed in my veins
You came
I think
Cause the marble made my cheeks look pink
But I’m unsure of so many things
infatuation.
probably one of my favorite emotions. the way it bubbles under the skin, making my lips part at the thought of you.
infatuation.
wrapping you in my arms and steering toward the bedroom. listening to you giggle your false protests and nip at my forearms.
infatuation.
lying awake while you sleep. listening to you breathe, whispering my secrets to your shape. here in our kingdom of tangled sheets.
infatuation.
i am afraid of what this is. so for now, kiss me slowly. keep me close.