I'm filled with aches and cavities, concave heart hollow lips. I can't be your salvation You can't be my elixir. There is no cure to be found. We're too young to save each other, weak hands intertwined like predicaments of bittersweet, frail blue eyes like cities of crystal staring quietly, relentlessly.
This is a ******* emotional scavenger with no way out, and we both know this thing will never have a chance to stand on it's own t f w e o e t