sheddingpetals:

I want crimson
or a blender
twirling away night
or my sight
or something light
or some way to fight
or a way to make me right
or to take way with flight
or another land that might
    clear up this slight
    addition to my insanity.
You have a wormhole in my
heart, wriggling around and
slipping around
and fucking around
Where you don’t belong
but I want crimson
and it doesn’t have to be mine
in your hands.