(no subject)
i want a pack of cigarettes to light your life on fire. i want to see everything you know and hold go up in smoke beneath the blanket you're covered in.
all i asked was for a chance to see you act like yourself. i wanted to peel at your skin and figure out what the other girls didn't care to. god knows there were others and others will continue to come.
you realize, i guess, the risk with someone who really wants you and not your skinny silhouette, your tattoos, your sleepy, gauzy little life with your liquor and your roses daily on the doorstep.