No one will ever take you away from me..

“Look at you,” he whispers. “My monster, come to find me.”

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When I came back I didn’t need a weapon, I was a weapon.

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I’m like that. Either I forget right away or I never forget.

you fucked up

v. it ends with fists dragging against the ribs of all our broken promises. knuckles like hungry bloodhounds, bite and claw. hands like matchsticks, striking against cheekbones and all the places love is supposed to go. strike here, are we home? strike there, or are we lost? we’ve dug ourselves graves with our fists, but we still swing. a final blow, marred by our star-written initials, etches our last breaths into the sky. we hang above the world, forever separated. iv. it is dark outside and it is dark inside. the light switch clicks, but the lights have all been burnt out. the monsters within us, clawed themselves from every bolted closet door and out from under every bed and rug they were swept. they ate us whole from the inside out, they made skeletons of our kisses and sins of our touch. we smiled and we were rotten, our insides hollowed out, like dead trees. iii. here goes the symphony, the clashing of strings on broken teeth and the crash of drums within the chest. do you hear it? this is where we go wrong; this is the moment they will paint into the sky, so we can be eternal examples of what not to do. they will label us as catastrophic explosions of ash and bone, brought on by the festering need to hold on. they will erect schools in our name and they will teach the world—how to let go. ii. like two lungs, we breathe, always together. we are comprised of two bodies and yet we only have one set of lungs and a single heartbeat. when one of us falls, the other follows, like a shadow. we are war torn and battle scarred, we are a house of flesh and bone, and though we try to convince ourselves otherwise, we are but simple mortals. a punctured lung, a bleeding heart, a last breath for one, and a single lung breathing for two. just hold on, we sing, as we go round and round on this resuscitating carousel. i. it begins by accident: a tragic map of destinies tangling like fingers around throats and wrists. we planted ourselves within each other’s hips and we grew mercilessly inside the other. our kisses, like seals on our caskets. a kiss here, i will ruin you. a kiss there, declares war. who are we, darling? that’s right, that’s right. we are both the gun and the bullet. i love you; we’re we’re loaded. i love you, too; we’re cocked. our triggered lips; bang, bang. we built homes in each other’s eyes, my love, and one day they’ll become our graves.