have i seen and angel
or have i seen the devil
because i can't tell the difference
and i was glad i couldn't
as you stood at my doorstep
demanding your gun
"i can't trust you
hoseok"
i answered
"and i can't trust you
jungkook"
and as if my world wasn't already falling apart
then god damn
here we go
because i'm so fucking
sick and tired of this bullshit
keeping me up at night
and i'm fucking
sick and tired
of wanted to fucking kill myself
over this boy
this beautiful, beautiful
boy
this boy
pretty boy
ones who's hair is marigold
with cheeks of satin ribbon
and cotton candy scent
you are so
delicate
"fuck you"
and i shut my door
YOU ARE READING
i can't help // junghope
Fanfictionthat giddiness you feel in your stomach is not butterflies, it's fear. stop falling in love with the people that hurt you.
