Colin

𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬: 𝐌𝐲 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 He wasn’t just taking a kiss. He was siphoning lightning, ripping the pulse from my chest, the breath from my ribs. He was taking power. My power. My trust, my skin-warmed secrets, the velvet thread of who I thought I was. And the cruelest part? He was mine; my lover, my flame, and still he pressed his mouth against hers, my best friend’s, as if I were a ghost in the room. It burned. God, it burned like shame made flesh. And yet, here I am. Still tethered. Still scorched by the ghost-heat of his hands. I think I still love him. Maybe. Maybe not. My fury curls toward both of them, snarling, but softens when I remember the way he used to look at me like I held the stars in my palms. I don’t know if I want him back, or if I just want to set fire to what’s left. My heart beats like a compass without a North: lost, trembling, wild... Art inspiration by @Isbjorg (UID: 13541057).