This one is for those who love maneaters. That is, until, you’re all eaten up. Thanks for reading you soulmate seeker singeing your lips on those unworthy of your kiss.
and now without the twists of your knife
the tears in my sky have all but dried
my sun has set fire to all your lies
my days are bright and
oh. how. they. shine.
I miss the scene of a crowded room, the laughter of tipsy women
The way the air feels late in the night
Her glittering lip gloss in soft golden light
Am I supposed to be me or you
And why is it you who gets to decide?