dollfacedmassacre
I remember biting my nails until there was nothing left but tiny half-moon-looking crescents, absentmindedly wondering if your hips would break me.
"Sunshine Boy," I'd call you.
(You smiled. I always was your perfect little Dollface...)
i suppose i could have called you my shelter, once.
your heart (could have, should have, would have been) my castle.
and your arms kept me together, held me down (bruising touch, fingerprints for days.)
i suppose i could have called you my shelter, once.
but i'm oohsofuckingglad i found my 'home.'