#hclios

Not only must you love me, You must love only me; And let me tear your throat out With serrated fossil teeth. There are bruises on your cheekbones That only I have felt— Please answer when I call you, But come for no one else.

i. Raging boy with twigs sprouting from between your teeth, run the other way. You know too well how hard it is to feel your limbs once they've been snapped off. ii. You look into his eyes and see dense, dark woods, his birdsfeather lashes flutter like wings. You pretend you are not interested in finding out how high he can take you. iii. He will set your chest on fire and call it heartwarming, and you will thank him. iv. Stop allowing gods into unholy spaces; his fingers do not belong between your lips, he does not belong inside your arms. This is sacrilege, but the flush of your skin on skin on skin burns more than the wrath of Hell ever could. v. You want to kiss him and you want to choke him, angry blood pumps through your veins, your beastly hearts roar in unison.  vi. Each night you raze each other like old cities and each morning you rebuild, stacking soft kisses like bricks. It is so easy to get lost in all the glorious ways you can turn yourselves to ruins. vii. He is the ancient static buzzing in your deaf ear, the unmoving hand on an obsolete timepiece.  viii. Each minute you find yourself wondering is he the dreamer or the dream?