from my little, black book - @thesuperscamp

Sin so thick that we can't see the stars. Good and bad feel the same in the dark.

I don't even drink it, but I'd kiss every drop of coffee from your lips.

He told me that his favorite blue could only be found in my eyes

It’s a good thing they don’t make poisons that taste like people.

I can feel myself bleeding but I can’t see the blood.

ARIES: Hurl your stones from the heavens, wake the sleeping pines. We won’t stop you.

You, and other addictions.

I wonder if I’ve faded into the background of your mind yet.

I am feral under the cold moon.

Meet me somewhere between the flames and the ashes, the waves and the shore, the horizon and the stars.

I’ll never forget the haze of lust that rose from your collar bones, or the taste of forever on your lips.

I miss how, in the summer, new constellations are born across the bridge of your nose and on the tops of your cheeks.

The light you saw in me was only a reflection of your own.

My anatomy books didn’t prepare me for the arch of your back, or the angle of your jaw.

I want to sleep on your moons.

What do you think you’re doing, putting your hands inside my chest like that?

Days of love and nights of war.