The stillness of 9pm… it could have been a Monday In my fairytale town.
A Dorian grey sky and my daddy issues shadowing me home.
(It was only meant to last a song).
Your silver looks are turning whiter.
Intricate lust.
Poignant is the idea that we’ll sit through countless dinners where you tell me your desires.
And I tell you mine.
A distraction so perfect that almost similes love.
Familiar blood that runs through my nails when I bite through.
I bite and I think of you.
But only feathery is the touch…I dare…I dare to feel.