your name sits quietly on my broken tongue,
my stupid little secret.
(because nobody else would treasure it
the way i do.)
a murmur of february waiting with red lips
and a shiver at the break of day.
and oh god, i wanted to touch you,
but you vanished.
i wanted to hold you but you pulled away.
am i supposed to be surprised?

my angel, you're just as disgusting as i am.


a/n: happy fucking valentine's day, guys. hope you had a good one.