#izbelas

hey dad is it okay if edward comes over?

“it’s a barbecue, and i’m wearing jeans.” 

@izbelas​​​​ said:          i think i deserve a kiss, you know?

@izbelas​​          the poets are divided.     but misery doesn’t like company,     only his.     his existence is prelude to devour and more so it’s a promise to fester in mortal wounds.     here lies a glossary o’ alabasterine,     betwixt prometheus and orpheus...     curs’d to immortality and to walk the coil lonesome.     until her footfalls whisper on the first frost.     stiffening,     aware he could catch his death in a barren moor.     there’s a premise of halcyon prayers on his tongue.     rubies unflinching,     and crystalizing in silent frustration.     what secrets do you hide behind your eyes?     those butterscotch tones,     with flecks of midas’ touch and insects in amber.     so unfamiliar to him. 

@izbelas​          hollow,    sullen boy.    i am fortune’s fool!    lachrymose preservation holds him hostage.     her convulsions begun.    he stiffens by her side.    flaxen copper dullens in the stillness of his breath.    how easily does this scythe draw closer to you?    heartbeat.    heartbeat.    oh so close to the throat.    this precipice is wavering,    shifting slow molasses.    all that’s left is the carcass of a defiant god.    in his wake,    prelude to damnation.    but here lies the purest.    aurora crushed ‘neath an eclipsed sun.    she,    always an incandescent flush even in pallor light.    solitaire fingertips reach for hers to provide some comfort.    desperately,    but hesitation is a masochists’ smile and it grows wide.    

i love ya