I know you're hurting,

but that doesn't mean

you should hurt me too.

I loved you, but you

pushed me away instead

of letting yourself love me back.

You keep trying to protect yourself,

but all you're doing is setting both our lives on fire.

I’ve observed your nature

I’ve picked up

on your mannerisms

and on your

stutter-like persona

I’ve seen you

in here before

once or twice

you get so close to the edge

of the blade

every single one of us

can already see you falling

right before you take a step backwards

I know you

you dance around in the flames

jump cliffs

catch bullets

and lit up cigarettes

you juggle hearts

with no hands

out in the open

for everyone to see

and catch them right before

they hit the ground

life and death is

nothing but a game of hide and seek

for you and do you think

if you hide in the shadows long enough

that it makes you immortal?

but don’t you know

if you play with fire

we all get burned?

don’t you know

the edge of the blade

can still cut right through

us?

and the cliffs?

some of us

don’t survive them.

A fuckboy’s exposé - {renata ferretti}

If you fight fire with fire, we all get burnt. I laugh manically at the stray thought, and the sweat pouring down my face falls into my mouth. The flames surround me, colors intertwined in their vicious dance. I relish the beauty, the searing pain. Sparks pop and houses fall, but all living things left this barren place long ago. Almost all, that is. The demons remain, stalking me in the dark. The demons, mouths dripping with acid. The demons, eyes made of hot coals. Claw and bite and gaze, all designed to burn. But not for long, no, not for long. It's their time to burn. As their inhuman shrieks rise through the flaming world, I smile. Because when I fight fire with fire, I'm no longer the only one burning.