Have Another

WHAAAAAAA is this Beauty & The Beast as a dragon because I WILL WAT THE FUCK OUT OF THAT

The sweetness was turned to adamantine, heartless cruelty,

i am coming apart, dismantling myself in front of you. scraping off the paint until i am nothing but a canvas of colors that were once vibrant but are now washed-out and empty. i do this with shaking hands and weary eyes and all, like an artist who has just finished a masterpiece, paint under his fingernails, and decided that no, it’s all wrong, it won’t do,  i hate it i hate it i hate it. but you’re standing there and you’re staring like i am the guernica, like i am the starry night. you look at me like i am a masterpiece when all i see are rough and scratched and torn. you look at me like i am remarkable.

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on it’s sword.

Innocence died screaming. Honey, ask me, I should know.

Her eyes look sharp and steady Into the empty parts of me