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Bylah's picture
You're made of my rib bone baby
You're made of my sin
And I can't tell where your lust ends
And where your love begins


I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry

And the moon gives me permission
And I enter through her eyes
She's losing her virginity
And all her will to compromise

I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you
I didn't want to hurt you
But you're pretty when you cry

I didn't want to fuck you baby
I didn't want to fuck you
I didn't want to fuck you
But you're pretty when you're mine

I didn't really love you baby
I didn't really love you
I didn't really love you
But I'm pretty when I lie

You hurt me baby

I hurt you baby

If you knew how much I loved you
You would run away
But when I treat you bad
It always makes you want to stay

I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby
I didn't want to hurt you baby


"I don't want it to be this way."

"You say that like you have a choice."

She looked up at him, wide-eyed wondered. She seemed so much older now. She seemed lighter. She'd fallen so many times and he had caught her enough. Too much.

In the dim light of the room, his eyes were bright as beacons, little lines of lava running through otherwise black seas. At times, he terrified her.

At times, she terrified him.

"I don't want it to be this way," she told him, sitting on a bed it felt like she never slept in anymore.

"You have no choice," he told her. "I am your choice."

And as Bylah pulled the door shut behind him, the lock clicked in place.

touches you no jk i love

touches you

no jk i love your writing augh ♥

I vaguely recall a writing

I vaguely recall a writing you did similar to this. I don't think it was the exact one, but still, that ring of familiarity is there.

And honestly, I don't care. I love seeing your writings, period. They're such a treat. <3