♡野蛮♡

I knew a boy with dark hair and soft lips that told me that the ocean and girls have nothing in common. I told him that both would murder you before they saved you. I have salt water hands to rip apart seaweed ribs and sanddollar kisses for you to find between sheets. There is no part of me that doesn’t scream emotional riptide, and yet they’re always lying by my reaching shores, close enough to wreck—so many shipwrecks. They say saltwater tastes like blood and I have to agree. There is no part of this sick sick sickness that doesn’t rattle every nerve in your body so why do you stay? You know I’m no good, yet you keep on collecting sea shells, pieces of me, pieces of me, taken away on sun kissed skin. — CM, He Said Mermaids are Seasluts