❀ ᳸ ᮬ your lips taste like the most prettiest strawberry pound
cake, you make my blooming skull blur and crumble
with the strongest desire for something more than this.
i want to wrap my hands around your neck, pressing
harder until your prettiest pulse grows weaker with
each sweet second of struggle.
make sure that your last image, thought, touch will only
end with me, angel.
lick away the poison and make you feel better, see you
in the open, in the most vulnerable state.
i want to kiss your blue petals one last time before you
leave for good in my arms. ୨୧ ✦ ࿀