lavalamp_juice

I will still love you when you cry hold you together as each sob threatens to rip you apart teeth bared against the sound your throat closing up on hot tears I will kiss every ugly thing about you wrap their jagged edges and bind the cuts on your hands wash your blood-laced fingers I will comb away the worries from your head catching cotton wisps in your hair untangling the matted fur I will sing you a lullaby until the notes have soothed every stress until your claws have softened again quieting the imposter in your mind I will love you when you are weak, bloody or broken I will love you when you are monstrous with one leg caught in a trap when you fear no one wants to listen speak for I will be there to hear you and when the beast fights in your chest let it go, scream at the sky I will be there, howling with you and love you even then

He had a talent for turning a place of beauty into somewhere you didn’t want to be/ talking about her body/ his words like bootprints stamped on her skin/ she wished she could disappear/ his eyes lingered on her like a breath/ warm and sticky/ with each word/ she clicked through the process/ shoulders hiking up/ like a clockwork girl being picked apart/ shame pressed in at her throat/ closing up on all the words that should be said/ tasting of rust and bile/ his eyes were hungry/ holding her to the spot like a butterfly pinned to a board/ admiring her wings before he ripped them off/ as she fought the ache behind her eyes/ nerves humming/ Run/

Big dark eyes, thirst traps and just enough spice to keep us coming back oh to be an internet boyfriend bondage, praise or fandoms take your pick to exploit our begging is only so good in the comment section but do the maid outfits become itchy when you read the fanfics does the sexualisation stick in your throat are there TikTok drafts where you scream tracking hot tears through eyeliner it's weird to remember that we don’t really know you despite the fantasy you offer oh to be an internet boyfriend

I break myself for sweat and tears and a 90% average grade But knowing seven languages or the distance between the stars does not make me a better person it does not even make me a good person Meanwhile, society tears itself apart and the world rushes in for the final count what is all this worth when you’re starting at the end of the world why can’t we pause to admire the lights like stars scattered upon the earth they think we drink because we’re bored but anaesthesia is required when the world is burning

Outside, fog blankets the forest Dark trees hang heavy in the rain Lightning will be here soon the end is coming the streetlamp has long flickered out But we don’t care In a small room, two angels take off their wings to welcome the shadows one last time Finding safety in the dark and warmth in each other’s arms He loves the rain, but she is waiting for the lightning.

What’s up? he asks and she blinks away the daydream her cheeks simmering he smiles, his hand dipping beneath her chin as he steals a quick kiss You were lost in a daze somewhere. she could only smile against his sugar sweet lips I’m right here.

Call of the fates, Little Warrior

Talking with a friend made me realize I was putting off sharing any of my writing. I wanted a space to share and be myself🧡🧡

Make a church of us Kiss each hurt into submission Take off your wings, leave your halo at the door Pull a hymn from my lips Count each sin with your mouth on my skin Say it soft and it’s almost like a prayer