oil and vinegar
.
and it's just the two of you,
killing the way enemies kill,
when all you want is
broken, bittersweet
love—
because, oh,
you've been screaming
like they've never screamed,
wishing like they've never
wished, hiding like
they've
never hid. and
it's just the two of
you,
mixed and
seperated, because
you've
always
been like that—
you've
always been
written with shed blood,
always been
dreamt in black and
blue, always
been
hiding behind
maybe's and masquerades.
because—
affairs like yours have
always been about
the bruises.