he felt slight in my arms, like trying to hold a ray of light from the sun tattoo on his wrist. and when he kissed me i tasted his sadness and his demons, drinking them in myself with the hope that he would be able to burn a little brighter, like the sun tattoo on his wrist.
it may sound selfish but i did not cut slice scrape ***** myself on each piece of his broken heart to watch her come in and smash the gentle thing i bled to rebuild.
he takes me in with a long drag while he lights me up and just when i'm on fire he puts me out with his sole and leaves me smoldering next to his empty beer bottle.