Too Far Gone|i.s. (via casbloom)
(Source: casamhain, via sarark)
The love I give you isn’t gentle. I’ll wrap my hands around your throat, lean in and breathe bullets into your mouth, watching you spit out the shells. Every touch from me has left a bruise on your skin, a reminder. Maybe you’ll think of me when you see them and return all those broken prayers I left on your voicemail. The only part of me I let you taste is whiskey and ash. The bitter, the burnt. When you reach inside me your fingernails scratch at an empty shell, grasping for the dregs of what little humanity is left. I kiss you until you forget what you were searching for.