he has razor blades for hands,
and loves to touch things that he shouldn’t.
you are a disaster hiding behind paper skin,
and you are entirely in love with him.
you will drop parts of yourself between his lips
and watch him swallow you whole.
you will find cigarette burns where his fingers held you
and he will call them beautiful.
and you will wake up one morning and touch your chest
and it will be empty.
he will chew your heart right out of you
and call it