blackcat-princess:

“i. So with him it was teeth and blood and “oh my god oh my god oh my god he’s gone again.” it was late nights crying over a ghost in the corner. it was something loud and hot and in your face and don’t talk to me don’t talk to me don’t talk to me about her today. ii. but with you it’s softer. like the moths in my stomach turned to butterflies when you started to smile at me in the hall. like maybe this won’t leave me needing stitches, needing saving. maybe you’ll do the saving. iii. but I’m still me. I’m still constantly running from something I know isn’t chasing me anymore. I still come up empty every time I look for a reason why. iv. so I guess I’m worried, is all. last time I was the one who burned up. what if this time I’m the one holding the matches?”

— such fragile broken things– lily rain (via wont-time-love-us)