Written by PinkPunk
He could be planets if he wanted to
Desert skies, inserted sighs
He's so planned out
He's so broken that he's perfect
He's so distantly close
And he loves me so
He hurts me so
He's shredded paper, he's a frozen clock
He's a brother without a sister
He's a lover without a touch
He gives himself to me without a warning
And when I drop him, he leaves a mark
I never meant for you to fall
Down
I accept you
All so hungry, faded and scarred
You hide runes and ruins behind your eyes
You speak languages you yourself don't understand
You want so hard to let go but you're gasping and grasping for control
You want so hard to let me know but you're so afraid to show
You're made of museums and ghosts
You're an artwork in your own right
You've got one fatal flaw
You're so hopelessly fatal
To the bone
YOU ARE READING
IF HANNIBAL WROTE POETRY INSTEAD OF EATING PEOPLE
PoetryThese are poems written about Hannigram, as well as Hannibal and Will themselves. These are all written by us!
