#*violence maybe

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

He burns steady, beautiful and bright like a star and compared to him I, strong, bright and destructive, am a house fire. 

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

I’ll cut him out of my heart, 

with my sharpest hatred;

It’ll be bloody and painful. 

But, still, 

it will heal over, and 

all that will remain is

a bitter memory and 

a faint pink scar.

[fluff-oh-suggestions]

He tore me from heaven, ripped the wings from my back and smiled sadly when I couldn’t return home.