enchanted-black-rose

     he steals spines, i've seen them. locked away in wooden jewelry boxes, the surfaces adorned with                seashells & teeth.i've seen the skeleton key, hiding beneath his tongue.i see my spleen in the reflection of his eyes, hidden away in a glass jar;    dusty, in the back of his closet.            the word "her" is written on the side in purple glitter.i've seen the virginity he's stolen, kept in wine bottles, the corks pushed in tight.     he's scratched tortured faces on the side with his fingernails.    he collects molars and stores them in jam jars, the way some people collect buttons.        he has the word "agony" glued ...

i miss autumn and the way the sun shone through your hair.                 you told me mine looked like fire.cold steel against my flesh is all i want right now.            because it's the closest thing to your lips against my neck.    your teeth on my wrists. your eyelashes brushing my thighs every time you blink.i miss autumn and the way the leaves fell from the trees.              the way you fell to your knees at my feet.has it really been two seasons since you left me?    i don't remember snow that stuck out, stark against my hair.   [why didn't the fire melt the snow?] i don't remember aprilshowersthatbringmayflowers.              t...

x; the bruises on my thighs are the same size as your fingertips.but i guess that's just a coincidence.           [they won't fade away...]xx;    i wonder what you'd think if you saw me now.xxx; your whispered words, the stubble on your face and the colour your eyes used to be still make me cry some nights.                                         but only some. xxxx; no matter how many times i wash my sheets, they still smell like you.    like your cheap cologne. and the cheap whiskey you tried to get me to drink.         like your breathy moans against my neck.                        you won't wash away like your footprints did that da...