Madaline

wildflowerveins:

you are pale like the bones worn and dried by the
desert sand and i am bleeding romance all over you.
you told me that love is ignoring the sacred and the holy
and doing what you want anyway. 

i can see mozart and michelangelo and renoir in your eyes,
all broken ears and broken hands and broken pictures 
of things that were once pretty. you painted a comet above
your heart and i’m sorry that the rain washed it away.

i drew rings on my fingers but you know people don’t just wash off. 
the ink poisoning remains, reminding me to 
count the blessings like dandelion dust against windowpanes:
the floorboards creak and your eyes are rusted shut.

i have fox ears and the birthmarks of someone else’s love.
i’m sorry that sometimes i can’t hear and i’m sorry you have freckles
speckled across your face. we are burning like that comet and
adam and eve smile secretly on the sistine’s ceiling.

do you think monet would be ashamed?

i tattooed a hunting hat behind my ears and when i was a child, i wept for innocence’s corpse.

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super amazing collab with jackie, who is my sugar pie honey bunch and i love her.

(via gothikagrief)