Page 96 of Blackwood

You’re a habit I’ll never forget.

You know what I want, it’s always been you.

So here’s your warning, I always break through.

Mind, body, soul—you gave him a taste.

Now I’ll take mine, no time to waste.

Touch what’s mine? I’ll snap him in two.

You bleed for me. You always do.

Your pretty lies, your sweet facade,

Won’t save the boy from what I’ve clawed.

He smiles. He paints. He doesn’t see,

But I’ll be there when you choose me.

@BellaBlackwood

Gross. I’m taken. Plus, I’d rather fuck a cactus.

“At least make it a spiky one, let him feel the rejection babe,” Ellie laughs.

@LucaWasHere

That’ll change. You’ll beg me soon.

You’ll break beneath a colder moon.

You’re mine. For you’ve always been.

And no white knight’s going to save you from sin.

@BellaBlackwood

I don’t trust creeps who rhyme like failed poets.

And I sure as hell won’t be yours, so choke on it.

@LucaWasHere

I see it all, Izzy, every blink.

Every breath you take, every time you sink.

I’m in the walls. I’m in your head.

Each scream you bite before you’re in bed.

And that little artist who plays your shield?

One slip, baby girl, he’ll be the next to yield.

He paints in light, but I deal in shade.