g.a. swallow the blood of the covenant between you and the lord, they said, but the wine tasted too sweet. the wine tasted like a cancer that i had to wean off.
t.h. fall out boy should write a song called "welcome to your own personal hell", and it should tell our story of betrayal.
t.p. the silence is a loud house guest. i could not sleep at night because of it. your hands felt like i was grabbing onto stones, onto something hard and unfamiliar.
j.s. i swallowed my words, which replaced my hunger aches. while i grew skinnier, you swallowed your animalistic tendencies through another.
m.t. do you ever feel afraid of not fitting back into someone's life like you used to? but i learned that once something is broken, the cracks will still remain.
n.d. a time bomb t i c k i n g tick tock tick tock every time i spoke, it sounded like a threat but nothing i could do would calm him. i made sure i was at a safe distance before the explosions happened.
t.r. an eye for an eye an ear for an ear you ruined me so in turn i had to ruin you
c.h. the words you spoke weren't enough for the green grass on the other side to look like a crime scene. kind words do not bring back dead people. kind words do not pay off jail bonds. kind words did not stop depression.
r.m. there was something so captivating about taking you off the path of salvation of maybe being your calypso, but penelope had other plans for us.
a.a. i want to build a fire from the ashes the other lovers left behind. i want the tragedy to fertilize a garden from your chest, to crack you open painlessly.
you came into my life like a comet, like a ball of fire, like something beautiful that i want to put my faith in and also perhaps set fires inside me. and maybe one day, i can stunt your doubt and block it in it's tracks.
i want to persevere through the trials so this yields a fruit that nobody else could create.