Atlantic Hold

i crave destruction like i crave your touch how did you break me and still keep my heart i guess i'm weaker than i thought and it still feels like you don't give a fuck

‘Cause, baby, I don’t know enough about me to give me to you.

a small kiss for a small death //

Without looking into your eyes, I feel something change. Your back’s turned to me— spine arched, worn tailbone, slanted before me like a deprived flower hurtling toward death. You bend yourself over, caressing the floor with every breath. Nothing is still. I want to rush into you. The texture of your shoulder blades cannot absolve my animosity, but the distance from here to where I sever skin feels farther.