knew you'd haunt all of my what ifs

that part in exile when bon iver goes “you never gave a warning sign” and taylor goes “i gave so many signs”

“you’re in love with a knife fight and his lips taste like gunpowder. his heart is a battlefield demanding attention, his mind a dismantled tragedy, but his love is like the whole world electric and the sun laid at your feet. he says: i’ll hurt you, and kisses you like someone who hates looking in mirrors. feral boy loves you with his claws tucked in. feral boy loves you without teeth, dreaming himself a labyrinth and handing you the sword. you knew how blood tasted on your tongue, but never from a fresh heart. he put it there, palms open, eyes slivered. this is the most precious thing you have ever been given. this is the most precious you have ever been made to feel. kiss him so hard your jaw aches. say:i am not afraid of the marks your hands will leave. touch me. the bruises from your mouth are the only ones i’ve ever welcomed.”