Sep 14, 2019
“I reach down into your throat in hopes of ripping out my name but all I can grasp is hers. All I can feel as my fingers tiptoe across your middle is how swollen your core is; the beating she gave you left blood pooling inside you in all the wrong places. My jaw is not a promise waiting to be held by you, so I’m sorry if I flinch when you try to. I’ve kissed more knuckles than lips and I’ve learned that sometimes they taste the same. Raspberry bruises you’d mistake for love bites. There is no affection here. I’m afraid I’m going to swallow her name in my sleep and dream of the girl you’ll always want more than me.”
— if it’s not her than it’s someone else // Haley Hendrick (via haleyincarnate)
