I am utterly fearless, forgiven to the point of worship.
Nothing ever felt so good as your accelerating breaths down my neck, re-writing the notches of your spine in my own hand, this body is mine.
We made bonds out of curls of smoke and strings of guitar chords, and breaking that is like losing the will to live, but this b-movie has an epilogue and I’d love to believe you are in it.
You are my ten thousand leagues under the sea,
and everytime the monster wakes I crave falling for him all over again.
Risking my emotional stability for you is just plain instinct.