a monster lurks behind porcelain skin

❝the uprising has begun.❞

there's bravery in being soft

careworn and smiling with a crooked grin, adoration slept in the wrinkles beside his eyes as he observed the mosaic beauty. she held his callused palm in hers and whispered to the moon; "tonight, we're monsters." romanticism isn't always beautiful.

❝ as the sun colors the flowers, your presence colors my life. ❞