I don't know what pieces of me want you. It's lucky for you, honestlyΒ Β if I knew where they were hiding I wouldn't think twice about ripping them out of me. I would leave gapping holes in my chest, I would abandon my mind for the sound of static on repeat, I would swallow combustibles, and paint my insides on the walls of my bedroom if it meant I'd be able to want happiness for myself more than I want it for you.
Haven't written anything in a really long time?! Sorry.