DIE FOR YOU/b.k

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'oh, you're here.' that's unexpected. out of all the places where he could be at 2:58AM, he's right here standing at your door.

you've waited for so long and now that he's come for you, it seems so surreal.

'am i not fucking allowed to be here?' he ask.

treat me right and maybe you would be.

'why wouldn't you be?' his arms wrap around your body, hugging you like you're about to disappear. and he's so so so cold, yet nothing will be colder than his heart that you still choose to hold on to.

your hands, they're frozen and almost numb for holding on to his heart for so long. your lungs, they're full of petals making you breathless for holding on to his so-called love for so long. but you're okay to hurt a little more, anything for him.

'you're drenched. are you okay?'

mother nature has been very aggressive since 10PM, sending in her heavy tears that seem to be heavier than your heart.

what was he doing out in the rain? how long was he out there for him to be this affected?

'i'm cold, my love,' he whispers and all of a sudden, your questions didnt matter anymore. 'warm me up.'

you knew what that meant. he wants you to touch him. he wants you to warm him up with the heat of your own body against theirs, both naked yet warmer than any blanket will make you.

he leans in for a kiss, well aware of how to destroy you and make you weak for him.

fuck the heartbreak. for a second, you were so convinced that the way his lips meet yours is enough. the way his hands trace your body is enough. the way he touches you till you absolutely melt at their fingers is enough.

for you, i'll let my garden blossom with never-ending flowers and the winter breeze won't stop them from blossoming endlessly.

just touch me and use me as you please, let my love for you reach further down my lungs till i'm choking on it.

'loving you doesnt seem like the worst way to go,' you whisper.

'what was that?' he asks, unaware of what you had just blurted out.

'fuck that, just kiss me.'

'as you wish, my love.'

my love. mylovemylovemylovemylovemylove. his love that he so carelessly discard so he can secretly act as some god of infidelity.

but fuck, hearing him call you that just gets you so riled up, wanting him even more than you already have. loving him even more than you already have. giving him more and more and more and more till you're all out, in hopes of getting him to love you the way you love him.

'i love you,' you tell him as he pulls you even closer, touching you in ways that make you want to hold on to that heightened euphoria disguised under your melancholic heart.

but what do you know about love? you're only nineteen. .

you know that love makes you feel like there isn't any other love after this one. love makes you feel like this love will last forever. love makes you feel like you will never love someone else the way you love him now.

love makes you desperate.

and right now, that's what you are.

he won't say it back, and you can accept that.

the way you run your hands all over me and kiss me like i'm oxygen and you just can't breathe is enough to make up for the garden you made so hard to tend to.