greenfauxpaws

I want to kiss every aching wound you have, bandage your heart every time it bleeds, and patch up your mind over and over because not a single tear deserves to fall from your brandy-drenched eyes; This dripping heart of mine can only feel, and the healing honey words it flames get caught in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth, so I only have these passionate guttural cries to tell you that I care all too much. In order to fix you up again, I would need to tear myself to tatters and trade all of my working parts for your leftover, fading pieces but I just haven’t figured out how.