don’t get addicted to my drama.
you’re just a bystander distracted by
the pretty lights— my god don’t you
know they’re only shining for you?
but you won’t notice until they burn
you to the core.
so I’ll wait for you there
because I wanted you before the lights
before the cameras started filming.
before you sharpened my letters into
and I want you now. bruised and
bloody and blaming me for it all.
I still want you.
so meet me somewhere the light
can’t hurt us.
we can pretend it’s self-preservation
and I won’t look masochism in
the face as long as it looks like