you are beautiful; not in protruding collarbones and sparkling eyes but in a way that screams of self-expression and acceptance. you are beautiful in the way that leaves scars and burns from your dagger-like teeth and the fire that spills between them. your own heart has been marred so many times that damaged tissue has flowered over and hidden it away. ribs hug tightly to it in an effort to protect but are unaware that your lungs are being squeezed squeezed squeezed in the process, and you're left gasping for air.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
lemon lavender & long nights
Poesíayou're lemon lavender and long nights [when the scent of lemon lavender was all that filled my head while talking to you those long summer nights] ▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁▁ COLLECTION NO.3 #38 in poetry © wraiths™ 2015-2016
