About
breanna | Instagrama mess of contradictions
Neil Hilborn-OCD
Gender: Female
Birthday: 10/14
If looks could kill, I'd go blind so I could touch your face and if bodies could talk, mine would scream for you. If blood was ink I wold empty my veins to write you love songs. I'll pull flowers out of the ground, and tear the wings off of butterflies, because you love beautiful things and I'll cut my hair to look a little more like the girl you used to ream about all last December. I'll stop sleeping so if your fingers twitch in the middle of the night, I'll hear it. I'm yours. Once, I saw a girl carve her lovers name into her thigh, well, my whole body is a canvas for your teeth. I can be what you need. If I'm not, I can fold my arms and legs and tilt my head, to fit into the jar on your bedroom shelf. I can be what you need, and if I'm not, I'll let you mold me like hot wax hardening between your fingers. I'll hold my breath if it makes it easier for you to breathe and swallow fireflies if it makes it easier for you to see in the dark. I'll let you take up all the room in my heart, and my mind. Invading me like the army. Leaving no space for my mother, my best friend, or myself, no survivors. I will burn my white flag for you. I will crush my bones into powder to make it snow in the summer for you.