PRIVATE &&. HIGHLY SELECTIVE serial killer indie oc // written by JENNA
IN THE NIGHT
you’re in love with a knife fight
and his LIPS taste like gunpowder.
his h e a r t is a battlefield demanding
attention, his mind a dismantled tragedy,
but his love is like the whole world electric
and the sun laid at your feet.
i'm tired of always chasing, chasing after you i don't give a f u c k about you anyways —— !! whoever said i gave a shit 'bout you? you never share your toys or communicate i guess i'm just a play date to you —— !!
❛ ya’ seem a lil desperate for some peen ( as always ). not my damn fault. ❜ head dips, cheeks pressing along plush pillows when the girl sinks. repose beings to channel bone-deep as vapor frames around the moonlight slipping between the curtains. ❛ you wouldn’t know, would ya’ ? ❜ expression falters before she is reaching and pulling knees closer to her chest ― as if it can keep her WHOLE; perhaps there is never going to be a right moment to mention his disappearance. nonetheless, spencer’s scowl speaks volumes. ❛ ― cause you LEFT me. ❜ just like everyone else.
the FIRE hidden behind nearly obsidian hues is definitely f a r from being subdued, especially as her words seem to be laced by twinges of b i t t e r n e s s directed at him. SURE, he deserves it … but it doesn’t mean he has to sit idly by &take it. ❛ says you, box munch. when’s the last time y’had somethin’ that wasn’t a pussy all up in your face, huh ? ― y’look like you’re missin’ the ‘ol MONEY SHOT. more so than i do, which is sayin’ somethin’, ❜ he took pride in the fact that nothing ― not even a minimal twitch of ANNOYANCE crossed over his features as she continued to speak. ❛ when the fuck are ‘ya ‘gonna let that go ? people leave all the fuckin’ time. boo hoo ―― GET OVER IT. can’t find myself a dirty old man willin’ t’pay a HOT YOUNG PIECE OF ASS such as myself to bounce on his cock every other night if i keep hangin’ ‘round you all fuckin’ day, ❜