grasstafarian:
Your mouth
could do
brutal
things
to my
heart
but you’re a
risk
I’m willing to
fuck
because I have a feeling
your hands
would do
beautiful
things
to my
thighs.
I’ve made any number of terrible,
life changing decisions,
and I think i’d choose silence
over wisdomRecently I can’t stop thinking of aged bones,
fading lights, delicate steps and symbolic gestures, the questions
i’ll never askI want to paint my skin the colors
of your revolutionI want to leave you golden ashes
to discard,
I want to leave you a pound of
flesh worth more than my hospital bills, at leastI can’t stop thinking and it’s killing me







