{ 光 } ━ 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝟣𝟩𝗍𝗁 𝗒𝖾𝖺𝗋 ( fin )

♛: liar, liar mouth on fire

The sugar dripping off his tongue is like

the recipe I needed to ignite with gushing fire.

The honey flavored taste he has is...

intoxicating.

His milky teeth cages my lips

like his whispers my ears-

my mind, my soul.

Sunburn kisses on my neck, melting my milky skin.

The heat under his fingers

tugs me, like Icarus

to the sun

And ruthlessly consumes all

that is me.

And after it all

The rosy resin of his plump lips hum

the residual poison that is I love you.

I know it's not true

but I always believe it when he says it like that.

⚛︎⚛︎⚛︎

lol, funny how I can't relate to this seeing how I'm forever alone.