shonalou
Bound by ritual and order
tightly by the ropes that bind her
tear apart their every fibre
become the one she had to hide from.
Scarlett smudged his starched collar. He ran his tongue over his raw lips; a tiny smile playing in the corners. He raised a hesitant arm to adjust the skewed tie that hung loosely around his neck. A productive meeting, he smirked to himself.
Chained.
To your back pocket.
To every move you make.
I want to be your shadow.
I want to be your everything.
But for now, I'm comfortable;
Chained.
To your back pocket.
i love him.
it consumes me, from the edges of my toes, the tips of every hair on my head.
it's written into my dna, in every curving spiral, intertwined in every double-helix.
love him. love him. love him.
and i'm too weak to fight a raging battle.
but i love him.
regardless.