𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐄𝐓𝐇

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𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 ; 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

there is nothing like him. his perceptions may be distorted,
rather hazy as sweetened fabrications drip off his tongue,
but you won't find his soul
in the presence of anyone else's
in a million years.
he'd been born and raised with bloodbaths at every dead end.
pretty purple marks found a place to call home as they nestled
against his fists, and even around the thin silver metal curled
over the bottom of his busted lip.
versace eros clings to his skin as the unmistakable taste of lust
leaves his one-night-lovers begging for more.
but he's something else entirely, and it's hard to put into words.
it's difficult to experience
his unmistakable heat
and his demanding iciness,
then slap a label onto it all.
it's almost impossible to forget him,
and he knows it.
he doesn't mean the curses, he wished to take back the memories,
but they were all the things that completed him. so
who would he be if he took away the only recollections
keeping him sane?
he didn't have half the heart to lie,
but maybe that's just because he finally decided to give up fixing it.