𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐋𝐘 ʰᵉᵐᵐⁱⁿᵍˢ ✓

PROLOGUE

burrowed in my heart

ㅤㅤhis love was burrowed in his heart, deep cuts sit red within his chest. and they tore their insides apart, dared never to give them their rest;
ㅤㅤand blues of eyes bleed oceans, and limp legs exit homes in staggers. sliced their skin in quick, brave motions - and sewed, within themselves, dagger.

ㅤㅤthere were russet sugar eyes he knew, she had an air and grace of a rich man. though half of what he knows is barely true, he'll try to retell the best he can;
ㅤㅤshe gave her days and weeks to the blind boy, and found she could never have them back. to the russet girl, this isn't a ploy, he's only chipping away his heart's hardened plaque.

ㅤㅤregret, he'd think, would've settled, if not only for her emerald saviour. and he'd be a liar if he said he wasn't rattled, to say everyone he knew after was greater;
ㅤㅤnow and then he thought of her, but not as much as he did before. but she's the kind to leave and cause a stir, makes sure she's the last one would ever adore.

ㅤㅤdamned he was for what felt like eternity, but it was only just an hour. and he was always filled with uncertainty, and over her love it towered;
ㅤㅤbecause time becomes water when she comes and goes, and she left his heart a whirlpool. now his chest is a fracture exposed, and he could see each spec of stone and jewel.

ㅤㅤshe happened to be the reason as to why he'd decided many things, the main of which was treason when he cut off her feather wings;
ㅤㅤshe plucked off a feather each day and night she spent with him, and he let each blow off to the weather stuck in reverie in his thoughts so grim.

ㅤㅤonce she left, the day elapsed into the next week, month, and season. because his redamancy was an atrocious trick and trap that had a delusive, tortuous reason.