back then,
i needed to get away from you.
searing hands grabbed my wrists,
scorching and melting my skin until it
became indistinguishable from yours
spoons of medicine were denied me,
instead, replaced with acidic venom to
burn a hollow shape of you in my core
now, when i am lost
i desperately intertwine your
familiar fingers with mine.
now, when i am thirsty
i chug poison like water.
now, i need you.
07.08.20
i don't know anything else
when did it start becoming my fault?
was it always? is it now?