you had made this bed too quickly, not realizing the sheets weren't fitted and the blankets were tangled around our limbs. you were so used to lying in it, you didn't know how to be honest.
don't reach for me with hands stained from the ink you used to rewrite your stories. don't speak to me with words that should have rotted out your teeth. don't look at me with eyes that I once saw my happiness in.
I will not play nice. I will not worship the storm that destroyed my home.
in the future, my life will be so full of love, you won't be able to look beyond it. I hope it leaves you blind, so you will never see the person I'll become without you.