the taste of glitter and the stars will always remind me of you and i fucking hate it i can’t look at the sky without thinking of the way you kissed me your tongue stretching into my throat and ripping out my lungs at the time i didn’t care because if you couldn’t breathe then neither could i but how can i breathe if you take my lungs and replace them with daffodils i guess i never noticed because your mouth tastes like too-sweet icing on a crumbling chocolate cake that i’ll never taste again i feel like i’m holding in a breath that i will never let out for fear that the petals in my chest will clog my throat but your hands are slamming into my heart and i choke on the bitter words and angry sex and squeezing hands and not falling into love but being pushed down into it
i died with the taste of blood and chocolate in my mouth
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