[14] - monday's child.

「 obsidian lace. 」

bad idea right?, ᴏʟɪᴠɪᴀ ʀᴏᴅʀɪɢᴏ, 00.53

you infuriate me, yet you captivate me.

do i love or hate how you are all i feel?

you liken me to a city whose walls have collapsed.

why did we love only after we were over,

only after i stopped calling you my lover?

phantom touch, tracing diamonds as i gasp.

i shudder, i quiver,

my heart is set asunder.

niagara, your tantalising whisper.

words are a luxury;

you're the sweetest lie i've ever been told,

painting my lonely, blue nights gold.

love is a false god; mirage altar embers,

for this is a december night i don't wish to remember.