I know you have feather eyelashes and that your scars make me want you and crave you but I don't love You. I can't love you. I can't love someone capable of doing all of this to me
But WHAT CAN I DO when I could die in your arms and go straight to heaven Or hell I don't careΒ Love is stupid and so are you You don't see what you have and you don't see the sun or the fact that I'm wearing flats even though it's still cold outside.Β
I wish I could throw you away but our fingers are attached. Finger centipede. You are sick but I am even more