I want you to see all the ways I bleed for you. Are you watching? What color is it? Is it the color of all the stains you wear on that plaid jacket or is it a brilliant gold, bled only for you. Unlike the red on the end of your knuckles. Did you think I wanted to come here one more time to have to put you back together? Put me back together for once, give me back my wings and I promise not to fly into the sun this time.
Ichor
Date: 2024-09-10 01:53 am (UTC)