Just about serviceable.

“Eyes blue as brook-lime, dark as storm nights, changeful as opals, innocent, reckless, tragic,”

“Honestly, I don’t need someone who sees the good in me. I need someone who sees the bad in me and still wants me.”

“I don’t insult people, I describe them.”

““I’m lonely,” he says aloud, and the silence of the apartment absorbs the words like blood soaking into cotton. He is so lonely that he sometimes feels it physically, a sodden clump of dirty laundry pressing against his chest. He cannot unlearn the feeling.”

“you and i are inevitable, we are the terrifying hounds of the earth, i wade through flower fields to get to you, pollen clings to my bruised knees. i want you to split me open and climb inside, grind up my bones so you can support me instead, i want to love you so much, that i will collapse without you. even in death i imagine you next to me, our souls entwining in a lover’s dance, you are lovemaking without unbuttoning our clothes, you are the night without the darkness. do you remember the scent of burning skin? i remember it clearly, i harvest the memories like crops, the night you set me on fire. i want every flawed piece of you, i want to swallow you down whole, i want to crawl inside of you and live there, i want you to want me there. i’ll be the blood in your mouth, the metallic taste that you love on your tongue, i’ll be crouched beneath your feet like a shadow, i’ll never leave you. you’ll be safe under my skin, aren’t you in love with me, dear? i’ll eat you alive, the broken pieces of us fitting together. suns are fiery and terrifying things, we are the suns, we own our galaxies, we own each other.”