my first love was a planet I would have killed to spend the rest of my life living on. but planets have storms and I quickly became the first victim of its natural disasters. when he left, he left without warning. he left the windows open and I had to listen to the rain alone for the first time in months. for three years, I hid in a pile of the flowers he got me that Valentine's Day. they died a long time ago, but so did I. my heart stopped beating when he cracked me open so he could take everything I had left.
Mar 15, 2018
Mar 15, 2018 at 12:28 AM UTC
my first love was a planet I would have killed to spend the rest of my life living on. but planets have storms and I quickly became the first victim of its natural disasters. when he left, he left without warning. he left the windows open and I had to listen to the rain alone for the first time in months. for three years, I hid in a pile of the flowers he got me that Valentine's Day. they died a long time ago, but so did I. my heart stopped beating when he cracked me open so he could take everything I had left.