honey

he paints burning sunflowers shoots bullets balls his fists and plays with lighters
i kiss the skeletons in his closet and he strangles the little monsters that hide in mine
he shatters my bones and makes broken dahlias twine through the bones of my ribcage
he dresses like a walking addiction baggy flannels and dark beanies and bitten lips
he speaks like the god apollo and paints like a perfectionist with a reckless streak
his bones are sharply edged and his knuckles are stained garnet and obsidian
they say no guts no glory and since meeting him i can only taste blood and honey