There is the still of dead day,
emptiness in your eyes,
and the absent pulse underneath your cold wrists.
Your false niceties ring in my ear, and once again, I bury the knife into dead skin to defamiliarise the feeling.
Gukkie, I would've looked beautiful holding your hand and roses in my hair, but psychopathic one side lovers deserve false confessions and untrue affection.
Until next time, Jeon Jeonggukie.
-Kim Taehyung,
yours.
