✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹

in my garden, love lies bleeding

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

I want you flat on your back. Helpless, tender, open, with only me to help.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

... we find ourselves wondering whether this particular wound was mortal or not, or whether (in our blind doctoring) it's a wound at all. It might just as well be a mouth, which is as wet and as warm.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

Mon Dieu si tu existes même un peu
Ramène-moi
Mon aquarelliste
Si vaniteux
Qui ne peignait que moi

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

oh god it’s wonderful / to get out of bed / and drink too much coffee / and smoke too many cigarettes / and love you so much

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

Kill me or save me, you'll regret it either way.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

... I’ll call my mother on the phone and buy fresh oranges / from the market. (...) but it’s 11 pm and / my walls are the color of old blackberries / and my body is molding from the inside, mushrooms / blossoming in the soft parts of my skull ...

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

Kau adalah darahku
Kau adalah jantungku

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

Love is you and me swelling like sea lions. Or two citrus fruits. Rinds set to pop, navels swaying, juice in the corner. (...) Love is you in a doorway asking me to leave. Love is okay, I'll go soon. Love is you're right I'll go now.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

God is just, Grandfather says, but we can't understand his justice. I don't like that, I ponder it, it's sort of like the story of how the mother loves her children because she suffered bringing them into the world. It's not at all rational.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

Please don't go. Stay with me tonight. Let me borrow you.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

Kiss me, my girl, before I’m sick.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

- Do you still fancy me?
- Of course.
- You're lying. I've been you. Will you hold me?

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

The road wasn't that long, and I knew I'd be getting off soon. But in that moment I felt so much warmth.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

There are boxes of clementines / in the kitchen and the thing is that I love you again. The thing is that / I love what orange tastes like so / I eat too much of it and end up sick.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

You ate me right up
You spit me back out
You bit my head right off with your tiny little mouth
I licked the blood from your lips

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

Kill me or save me, you'll regret it either way.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

I need a father, I need a mother, I need some old, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God but the sky is empty.

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

my life held precariously in the seeing / hands of others, their and my impossibilities. / Is this love, now that the first love / has finally died, where there were no impossibilities?

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

I missed the train again
I called your name
As if you'd drive it back

[✶𓂂˖⋆.·*˚‎⊹ @loversinacasket]

われは傷口にして刃 いけにえにして刑更 / I am a wound and a sword, the victim and the executioner.