ARC ONE : YOU SEE A BOY SO BRIGHT HE BURNS YOUR EYES && YOUR PALMS . it is not so much that he is perfect but that he seems to glow with charm && temptation . his eyes shine a little too vividly , his breath smells of the undercurrent of something harsh [ ... ] there are smudges on his fingers you don't remember seeing the first time you met but the whole image he presents is enough to dig a little between your ribs . he does not make you weak though he does make you feel pretty in a way different from the boys like him at school do : like it's a fact to be accepted rather than a beckoning for their fantasies .
ARC TWO : THE BED IS SOFT BENEATH YOU && HE IS WARM BESIDE YOU BUT MAKES NO MOVE TO CROSS BOUNDARIES YOU DON'T NEED TO VERBALIZE . a form of respect that makes your insides simultaneously roll && warm all at once . you look at him && realize you are afraid in a way you never have been , before [ ... ] he still does not make you weak , but makes you feel seen in a way that causes liquid to pool behind your eyes && sets something to clench in your throat . [ ... ] you could love him , you realize , if you were to let yourself . the thought alone is what pushes you to your feet , has your hands fixing your shirt && making sure your jeans are situated on your hips properly . you leave without a word knowing he won't fault you for it && it burns .
ARC THREE : THE TOE OF YOUR SHOE HITS A LIQUOR BOTTLE SO FRESH THERE'S STILL REMNANTS LICKING THE GLASS . a pit in your stomach ----- this is what you have driven him to . his old self / a way you never saw him before . you always knew you were bad news : a bad influence . destruction . you don't mean to pass blame but there's a bitter taste on the back of your tongue && you were never good with guilt . ❛ so much for staying sober , huh ? ❜
YOU’RE SO JUICED , YOU SAID YOU’D KICK THE BOOZE . ( a.ivashkov + r.hathaway ) / @iswarholy










