Pretend all you want, pretty girl. You and I know that deep down you’re secretly glad to be pressed up to my body.

Stay here, baby … Trust me, okay? Don’t run.

Blinded by the opaque veil of mortality, her eyes are always sealed, like a tomb She wants to know- wants to feel that fire, the brightness of the moon So she searches for light, only to realize its in her, like an ember equipped to ignite.

He tastes like mint and need, as he overpowers me with his tongue.

Once a blooming red rose, full of streaming life in its veins. Now a wilting black petal rupturing with death and pain.

Just last night everything had seemed perfect. Well, not perfect. The world was still being tortured with Fey and Lost Souls, but, between Alex and me, everything was amazing. We were connected in every single way possible and not like how we were when we had the Stars energy in us. Everything was raw, breathtaking, moving, blissful. And then poof, once again the feelings are gone. Because hes gone.

I try not to laugh at the fact that even when she’s drunk, she has a hard time saying it. “Where do you want me to take you?” She drops her head back against my chest. “You can just keep carrying me. It’s very relaxing.