i once dated a scientist i once dated a writer who tore me to pieces who confused me beyond dissecting every piece reason and hesitantly let me of my heart and of my study her heart and her mind. i am a writer and mind. i am a scientist and my mind does not her mind is full of function the same way demons and and my heart is not her heart pumps words reliant on the same instead of blood. she thing that his is. he used to spend days reliving and couldn't find the beauty rewriting her past to make it in spending hours beautiful knowing it'd take making messes just hours to clean herself up again to clean them up but but i'll never forget the way i found beauty in she dissected me just with his brown eyes. her blue eyes.