There is a thermonuclear furnace where his heart should be.

A side effect of being resurrected.

I nearly forgot that feeling entirely.

Part dread, part song. We met in grief. Built our castles in each other out of splintered pine and blood. We loved each other with fragments of ourselves. That’s why we couldn’t rely on the promises that we spoke.

I’ll have you for breakfast.

Some days hit harder. A sucker punch to the face.

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Lost is not a place it’s a soul in paralysis... waiting to feel 𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱.

I let you in. — I fucking let you in.

Innumerable bad decisions But none of them were you.

Exhales the dust from his lungs. Alive, but at what cost?

Pain-laced veins and marred by scars.

My bones are stained with sin, scorched from fires, broken by betrayals, cold in loneliness, soaked in crimson, and still — the war rages on.

Didn’t anyone ever tell you to run from monsters. — Not love them.

— “Some women are more 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉 than butterfly. Unveiling their painted wings in the moonlight where only someone who isn’t afraid to enter the darkness is worthy to 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒆 them.” 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

— “The night eats her up and she 𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒔 a lower rumble outside of human audible range. But she is 𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆, and will race the moonlight until she outruns the sunrise.” 𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳. 𝘔𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦. 𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵.

— She’s no faux velveteen. In her lace licked, sling back leather strap. Down to business. Kiss my Miss demeanor. She’s neon nuclear with an exposed agenda and crimson crushing velvet lips. To crane wrecking ball, your hung up hunger. Into a pretty prey, ball-busting buffet.