warning: be careful to fall in love with me.
my heart is big but it can turn ice cold in a matter of seconds if i'm done wrong. i will study you like a textbook and trace every small detail, over and over and over and over. the way you think will become my own trail of thought. your name will be murmured by my heart so often it'll never become engraved into it, bleeding in the process. your entire being will become my artistic muse and you will inspire so, so many masterpieces. i will take you to the loveliest places around town and kiss you so hard that you'll start to taste blood. then six months later, when the seasons change just as our feelings do; you'll find the same metallic taste in your mouth at the slight whisper of my name.
YOU ARE READING
remains of a harpoon.
Poetrythis is just a jumble of stories and my emotions that will never be unfinished. no trigger warnings. im sorry.
