“i. he kisses you like he hates you. like he’s trying to lash out, to kill you with his hate. he kisses you with red hot anger and all you can do is surrender. ii. he kisses you like he understands. understands you, understands himself, you do not know. he kisses you with shades of grey you’ve never known and all you can do is surrender. iii. he kisses you like he needs you. your body melts into his while you silently chant, never leave me. he kisses you with a blinding white flash of passion and all you can do is surrender. iv. he kisses you like he knows. you and him weren’t meant to happen, and now you’re scared that maybe you’re not meant to last. he kisses you with fear that creates a black hole in your chest and all you can do is surrender. v. he kisses you like he’s not ready to let go. you try to kiss him back, but your lips fall slack and you can’t even tell him that you don’t want to leave. he kisses you with such sorrow as blue as your dying veins and all you can do is surrender.”

“monsters don’t live happily ever after, but when your lips brushed against his, you almost believed you could.”

“there is a space in me that was empty before you now it is full to the brim there is an anger in me since before i have known you rage that would eat the world whole there is a fever in me that began when i kissed you searing it will burn me alive there is a darkness in me because i have loved you good we’ll be monsters together”

“He looks at fireworks and sees lights and colors and power, the controlled fire that burn burn burns. (You see that in him sometimes.) He looks at thunderstorms and sees rage and strength and violence and destruction. (You wish that he would see less of that in him.) He looks at the night sky and sees stars, millions of them, tiny and brilliant and larger than life. “Look at it,” he says. “Look at all of it.” “It’s beautiful,” you agree, but you were looking at him.”

“We will be monsters, alone in the world, but we will have each other.”

“it’s when he kisses you that you almost choke out, i’m in love with you. but when you gasp for air, what comes out is, i’m a monster. ( you don’t say it, but you know that he sees it in your eyes. ) he presses his lips to your chest, where your heart is supposed to be, and you understand he means, we’re all monsters in the end. somehow, to you, that sounds like, i’m in love with you too. ( and for once you let yourself believe that you are infinite. )”

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