inside of your wrists *

inside of your wirsts

i don't kiss and you don't tell

i'm your golden crisis and you're the burns on my fingertips

some days, you love me

most days, i loved you

sweet darkness of letting you touch me, i'm on my knees and i'm kissing the inside of your wrist

but you froze all my seasons

so, how dare you love me

how dare you do this to me