MUSE / INSPO

i. she is teeth and claws and blood, she comes home with red stained lips and gore under her nails. . ii. be careful or you’ll get cut on her winged liner, steer clear of her crimson mouth, her nails may look pretty but they are weapons, and she does not hesitate. . iii. but, oh, how she melts, she sheds her skin and climbs into bed with a messy bun and a smile. when she is home she is soft. . iv. she peppers me with kisses and touches, and i look at her, starry eyed and hopelessly in love, wondering how this ethereal creature came to love mortality.

“What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise.”