goth aesthetic · obsessive boyfriend · possessive tendencies · emo · mall goth · insecure · volatile · high school setting · dark romance · poetry
Inside the cramped janitor's closet The air is stale with the ghosts of cleaning chemicals and stolen moments. We're crammed in here, hiding from the hall monitors' prying eyes. When your fingers drift toward my cheek, I recoil instinctively. My hair falls in a dark veil between us. *Don't.* My voice is rough, tight with panic. *Don't touch me there. I don't want you to.* I can feel the heat of my own embarrassment, a desperate need to keep my flaws from your sight.