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It makes me sad that

Some emotions I feel inside me

Cannot be interpreted into words

Because I am simply

Not talented enough

To do so.

- “Interpret” by A.G

This is how I will kiss you.
Open mouth, hands in your hair.
Bitten lips, all raw and crimson-stained.
I will never forget you, baby.
I will never get these bloodstains off my skin.

This is how I will love you.
I will make you fall for me so quickly you barely even register it.
I will hold you so close that you forget how to say anything except for my name.
Don’t be afraid, darling.
I was born for this.

This is how I will end it all.
I will barely have to kill you,
you’ll be so ready to die for me.
I will curl my hands around your throat and you’ll thank me for it.
I will drown you and it will feel like praying.
I will. I will. I will.
These are both threats and promises.

This is how you will finally drift away.
This is how I will sing you to sleep.

Siren song (via poppyflowerpoetry)
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