sometimes i get stuck in the place between exhaustion and hopelessness where i can't muster up the energy to release my agony in hot tears so it builds up inside of me, bubbling, brimming, boiling, waiting to make its debut
i crave to be able to be vulnerable with you. to peel my skin apart, unravel my brain, and allow you to see everything inside of me without having to worry if you only want the best parts of me.