My bones are melting into my skin and disappearing as every inside thought exists less and less. Every hope and effort I put into becoming more for you is leaving me and I don't understand how this is something I'm expected to cope with. I can feel my joints start to tingle and they turn into sinewy strands barely keeping what's left of me together. I want to feel again.

She sets sail in her sailboat hoping that these winds will take her to a new ocean where someone will look at her and say "oh. We are the same"

I am drowning in other people and none of them will throw me a rope.

The girl in the mirror looks like someone I met in another lifetime,
I forget almost everything about her.

I am a haunted house
Buried deep, in the thickest of forests
Hoping that no one will ever discover me.

I can feel the sun here.
It warms every broken wall,
Every dusty, moss covered corner.

It doesnt matter what words I tell you in that moment, trying to show you what you're missing while simultaneously trying to fill this bottomless ******* pit of emptiness in my chest -
It doesn't matter.
You don't know me
And I hate everything about you.
This is nothing but a way for me to prove two things:
I am everything they told me I was.
You are everything Ive ever known
In a man.

Ive complained about the material this blanket, that I stitched together, is made out of - without realizing it was my choice all along.

Limb by limb, she swallows me whole.
Its quick, and I feel nothing.
The only peace I find is when Im being devoured.

I thought it would be cold and dark in here, but its the only place I manage to feel some warmth.

Which really, doesnt make sense. All she ever says to me is
"Better off dead"