at 3am my fingertips will slowly drift across your skin only because of the incessant need to know you exist laying beside me I want to crawl inside and simply hide at 3am, your skin is my tether to reality as my nightmares slowly begin to descend upon me
The bane of intelligence curses those born with it. I've become committed to refining my ignorance. Honing my bliss to a keen edge that I press to my forearm. The genocide of my brain cells has been ongoing for years, and I've embraced my fears, becoming too frightened of change to ever try. The ***** cleanses my mind, wiping it smooth. I just stay inside. I just stay inside, figuring out how to smile.
Do you remember drawing pictures in the stars? We once knew who we were, who we are. But memories disappear; this much is true, They will leave me behind, just like you.