ᅠ ℒ𝙸𝚅𝓐𝙸̈𝙴𝚅.

⠀like ⠀ a⠀ 𝑝𝑜𝑒𝑚 ⠀said ⠀ by ⠀a ⠀lady⠀ in ⠀𝐫𝐞𝐝 ﹙...﹚ youʼ𝖑𝖑⠀ hear ⠀ the ⠀𝗅͟𝖺͟𝗌͟𝗍 ⠀ few ⠀ words ⠀of ⠀your ⠀ life .

don't you know not to run away from predators, sweetheart? we like the hunt.

tainted you with the taste of myself. my body, my blood, mine.

that little kiss you stole, it held my heart and soul.

everybody in the world knows i'm a little twisted.

to suffer from the ache of divine intuition.

my love language is remembering small details about you

⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⤷ ゛⌗ 𝗌𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 ˎˊ˗⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀

you changed me, you should remember me.

⠀go on— bare your teeth at me. i’ll pull them out one by one.