wicked by association
my scales would not tip his balance, nor ignite his sighs, he offers no cup to quench my thirst for his thighs, no bed to soothe my aches for his arms, no love to ease my lust for his lips and his lungs. have i now an engine inside made of ice and steel, forged by your scorn and placed within during one of those frankensteinish experiments you so cherish. my tenderness frozen and my patience bitten, i gladly fuel it on the hearts of boys. my engine pushing me, i come forward with only my sling and my passion and face the giant that has offended me.
(Source: w-r-o-n-g-c-h-o-i-c-e-s, via conjurehappiness)
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