kolson98

the first time I caught sight of your glistening, marble eyes, I decided you disgust me. I hate you the way I hate perfection: merciless, like the snap of mantis jaws. every fact of you is pretentious, held high like you raise a middle finger. You, the artist, always sculpting things, tried to squeeze my malleable heart like white clay and stash it in your pocket to rattle with stones. paint me an unflinching self portrait, my dear: this skyscraper of a boy shaking with anticipation to build and destroy, build and destroy. you sink in tooth and talon at first mention of beauty, love-biting Aphrodite as though you were equals. you're a statu