My heart is woven with the blood of others.
Perfect dance partners.
He doesn’t look back.
He never looks back.
A hole the size of the world
blows right through us.
Give me pain.
Give me something.
Give me a reason to stay.
Poetry through the Seasons of Buffy the Vampire Slayer
My heart is woven with the blood of others.
Perfect dance partners.
He doesn’t look back.
He never looks back.
A hole the size of the world
blows right through us.
Give me pain.
Give me something.
Give me a reason to stay.