#haha sorry that im posting this the day after

“happy valentines day,”
i whisper to no one but the moon
the clock strikes midnight, and i’m left awake;
awake with the silence of the night,
and the deafening sound of my thoughts
of course, you’re on my mind at this hour; when are you not?

you are like honeysuckle, mounting the walls of my heart
the walls that were built to protect, but you somehow
find the cracks and seep through
you wrap thick vines around my heart, planting a seed of
your sweet, sweet destruction
and let the white flowers blossom

you think i would stop you, but no;
the sweet taste is addictive