I don’t fall in love.
I lure.
I don’t flirt.
I mark.
By the time you realize what I’ve done to you,
it’s too late.
You’re reading our old messages like scripture,
smelling strangers for traces of my perfume,
and swearing I hexed you.
I didn’t.
You just wanted to survive me —
and accidentally tasted forever.
-L🕷
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