At any given moment his mind would buzz with alert – wave its hands urgently and point fingers at something he should devote his attention to and, at the same time, his insides would try to find a secret passage to break loose; ascend from the staircase of his ribcage; shapeshift to the form of the bitter taste of truth - perpetuated on his tongue, but only making it as far as mere goosebumps.
Thus, when he first laid eyes on you, all the sirens rooted within his walls exploded glowing fireflies, flooding his mind with reveries of you and him - collapsing the system he took such good care of building and now he's swimming against his intuition's current because it uttered to him to succumb to you.
The reality is, he never preoccupied himself with thoughts of love and lust – to such length his heart grew malnourished and prone to rust. On the contrary, never sought someone to entwine tongues with, seeing as he's rather busy being devoured in grief's abyss. …show more content…
He's ruined.
All he could offer you are his secondhand skin and a vast collection of aged bruises - nothing but a shell of what he could've been, he would never let you settle with what he hides within.
He keeps reciting this to you like he's learning lines and you keep on calling bluff after bluff because his truths are laced with lies and you made your life goal to prove this to him.
His intuition clings to his flesh like a starved leech, turning his heart blue from the
Thus, when he first laid eyes on you, all the sirens rooted within his walls exploded glowing fireflies, flooding his mind with reveries of you and him - collapsing the system he took such good care of building and now he's swimming against his intuition's current because it uttered to him to succumb to you.
The reality is, he never preoccupied himself with thoughts of love and lust – to such length his heart grew malnourished and prone to rust. On the contrary, never sought someone to entwine tongues with, seeing as he's rather busy being devoured in grief's abyss. …show more content…
He's ruined.
All he could offer you are his secondhand skin and a vast collection of aged bruises - nothing but a shell of what he could've been, he would never let you settle with what he hides within.
He keeps reciting this to you like he's learning lines and you keep on calling bluff after bluff because his truths are laced with lies and you made your life goal to prove this to him.
His intuition clings to his flesh like a starved leech, turning his heart blue from the