this isn't love.
this is just starry glances and crimson cheeks. this is just candid smiles and broken hearts determined to fit together as one. this is just broken vodka bottles and drunken kisses that neither of us remember in the morning. this is just the blood you shed when you cut yourself on the shattered pieces of my heart and the red liquid that seeps from your skin when the jagged teeth of my countless flaws bite you. this is just vacancy signs illuminated in the window of our ribcages and love letters that got lost in the post.
this is just make believe.
maybe, if i try hard enough, i can make you believe that it's love.
YOU ARE READING
Daisy Chains
Teen Fiction❝ we're just fumbling through the grey, trying to find a heart that's not walking away. ❞ [ a collection of drabbles, musings and poetry ]
