✸ FUTILE DEVICES ✸
You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and
he won't tell you that he loves you,
but he loves you.And you feel like you've done something terrible,
like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills,
or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt,
and you're tired.You're in a car with a beautiful boy, and
you're trying not to tell him that you love him,
and you're trying to choke down the feeling,
and you're trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you,
like a prayer for which no words exist,and you feel your heart taking root in your body,
like you've discovered something you didn't even have a name for.You are Jeff, Richard Siken.
YOU ARE READING
Futile Devices ✸ Shadowhunters
FanfictionThe blood on my teeth begins to taste like a poem, like religion, like the way you look at me. Shadowhunters / Alec Lightwood X OC X Magnus Bane.