My stomach aches, it groans. Jolting and jiving, butterflies biting, parasites. Eating away. Bile rises to my throat. Taunting, tantalizing, I hope it never leaves me. The alternative is much worse. I long for the pain of the rot and decay as feeling this way… it’s better than nothing at all. Better than landing after the fall, love takes all. Robs us of rational thought but
Wouldn’t you rather
Find hope in impossible
Than nigh love at all
Jan 29
Jan 29, 2026 at 9:12 PM UTC
My stomach aches, it groans. Jolting and jiving, butterflies biting, parasites. Eating away. Bile rises to my throat. Taunting, tantalizing, I hope it never leaves me. The alternative is much worse. I long for the pain of the rot and decay as feeling this way… it’s better than nothing at all. Better than landing after the fall, love takes all. Robs us of rational thought but
Wouldn’t you rather
Find hope in impossible
Than nigh love at all