I color my nails black and dye my hair red to wear, in metaphors, what my heart wants. The things I don‘t wish to remember, leaking from the tips of my fingers. The things I wish I won‘t forget, clinging to the roots of my hair.
I won't throw you out of your orbit. I won't seize the stars. I won‘t obliterate the sun. I won‘t crush the moon. But I will hold your hand.
I‘m no good at loving people but… I will love you like the darkness loves the stars. I'm the goddess of the night. I will smear my ink over your skin, and leave paper cuts where the light can get in. I will break you then make you whole. You‘ll be the moon lighting up the sky. But I will never be done – we‘ll dance together until my darkness is gone.
It is never just a kiss. It is the marriage of two minds that have decided they can stand each other‘s arrogance.
Our outlines feel the same. I think I can hide inside you.
He was broken in the best way – in a way that made me stop and stare and want to love him.