Page 25 of Biker Boo

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I got a black hoodie and a mask and the kind of hunger that don’t sit quiet.

And tonight?

Tonight I gotmy handson her skin.

Her body pressed against me, begging.Begging.

Beggingme, and she didn’t even know it.She thought I was some fantasy.Some faceless ghost sent to haunt her out of her pain.Maybe I am.Maybe I’ll stay that way.Maybe that’s the only way I get to keep her.

She kissed me like she meant it.

Like she’d bleed for it.

Like she’d set fire to the world if I asked.

So why the hell did I run?

Am I weak?Am I a coward with a poet’s spine?Because if I let her peel that mask off and see me for who I really am… Not the fantasy.Not the shadow.

JustRoyal… the Never.

She’d stop kissing me.She’d start apologizing.She’d remember that I’m not him.Not the one she wants.Not the one who broke her heart and branded it all at once.

Let me be your mistake.

Let me be your ghost story.

Let me be the hand you reach for in the dark

when the one you want don’t come.

I won’t touch her again.

Liar.

I won’t follow her again.

Lie again.

I won’t put on the mask.

Another lie.

Hell, the whole page is a graveyard of lies.

I’ll wear the mask until it becomes my face.I’ll stay her shadow until she casts me out.I’ll bleed for her from behind the curtain, and she’ll never even know who held the blade.

October 29 (still)around 3 a.m.

Words I’ll never say aloud

I love you like a secret burns in the bones of a man too dumb to let go.

I love you like I’m dying, and you’re the knife that did it.

So if I disappear before dawn,

if the creek swallows me whole,

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