Inside jokes, suffocating nights, bittersweet goodbyes.
We’ve developed a bond too solid to melt.
We stand together.
We laugh with each other.
We stay loyal to one another.
We’re tough as nails,
Loving as a mother cat.
Bloody promises and sunburned smiles all envelope us in a shadowy embrace.
They’re tender like innocence.
They’re protective like leather.
They’re a mask in a masquerade.
They’re human.
Do not blame me if I don’t talk to the clouds.
Lost loves have been kissed by the cosmos.
The truths I seek are locked in the sun.
The moon knows all my secrets anyway.
Please don’t blame me,
For the clouds only cry with me.
The moon hugs me-
eternally.
Jump across clouds, yet bound over lava.
Coddle the puppies, but curl up with spiders.
Brave the open sea, but still welcome the void.
Play tag with the unicorns; play tic-tac-toe with werewolves.
Save the princess, but marry Medusa.
Caste lovely spells, but relish in curses.
Cuddle in silk, yet unwind in the graveyard.
Devour sweets, but inhale human flesh.
Dance with the angels, party with the demons.
If you love sweetness, embrace the bitter.
If you really believe I’m aligned with heroes,
You’re wrong.
If you truly assume I’m mixing with the scum,
You’re sorely mistaken.
If you actually think I’ll fight for what’s ‘right’,
You’ll make me laugh.
If you honestly think I’ll leave you behind,
Oh look, you earned a point.
“Just be happy for once!”
I can’t just ‘be happy’ it’s an illness.
“Stop tapping, it’s irritating!”
I’m sorry, its a compulsion. I have an illness.
“Stop being a baby and quit covering your ears!”
It’s too loud. It’s an illness.
“You have an overactive imagination, you’re crazy!”
They’re real to me. It’s a burden I deal with.
“Come out with us, you’ll like the attention!”
I hate attention, I’ll have a panic attack. Leave me alone.
“Just be a normal kid for once in your life!”
It’s a chronic mental condition. I’ll be like this for the rest of my life.
I·ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀɴᴅᴇʟɪᴏɴ ɴᴏʙᴏᴅʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇs. I·ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sʟɪᴘᴘᴇʀʏ sᴛᴏɴᴇs ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴜʀsᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴛʀɪᴘᴘɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ. I·ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ sϙᴜᴇᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ғʟᴏᴏʀʙᴏᴀʀᴅs﹐ ᴡᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴏɴᴇ. I·ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪɴᴇs ᴄᴏɪʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ғᴀʀ ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʀᴇᴇs. I·ᴍ ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙʟɪsᴛᴇʀɪɴɢ ʜᴇᴀᴛ ᴏʀ ʙɪᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴄʜɪʟʟs. I·ᴍ ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɴᴀᴛs ʏᴏᴜ sᴡᴀᴛ ᴀᴡᴀʏ. I··ᴍ ɴᴏ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛʜᴀɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴏᴛᴛᴇɴ ғʀᴜɪᴛ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴛʜᴇ sʜᴀᴅᴇ. I·ᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ sᴇᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴠᴀʟʟᴇʏ ᴏғ sᴀɴᴅ. I·ᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ʀᴏᴄᴋ ᴏɴ ʀᴀɪɴɪɴɢ ᴘᴀᴛʜᴡᴀʏs. I·ᴍ ᴀ ᴍᴇʀᴇ ᴘᴜᴅᴅʟᴇ sʜᴀᴋᴇɴ ʙʏ ɢʀɪᴍᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ғʀᴜsᴛʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
ǀ Ɩσηgєɗ тσ ѕєє тнє cσƖσяѕ, яαcιηg тняσυgн му ɗιяту ѕσυƖ. ƇƖєαηѕє му ѕкιη, ƇƖєαηѕє му вƖσσɗ. ƘιƖƖ тнє Ɩιgнтѕ αѕ gяєєη яυηѕ ɗσωη. SƖαѕн му cєяυƖєαη тнιgнѕ, SƖιт му υƖтяανισƖєт αямѕ. Mαкє тнє яαιηвσωѕ вυввƖє αηɗ ɗιƖυтє тнє ραιη αωαу.
Your kiss is a beast’s blood,
Hot, addictive, dangerously safe.
I’m entranced in your wings;
Your fangs shield my ears.
Your horns defend like a great buck’s,
Drenched in an abuser’s gore.
Claws rip through my sheets,
My blanket replaced.
Carmine sockets lights my heart;
My own plasma filling with stars.
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