my heart rotting to its core and my brain feeling dysfunctional.
I loved you with everthing I have. I love you with everything I have.
I would jump in front of every bullet, run my nails on a chalkboard, lie to my mentor, and start chewing.
If it meant you would love me.
Every despicable thing in the world is a mere task, if it means in the end I will be held in your arms, with your musk surrounding me, barely awake, and yet my heart soundly asleep. For if that would be the case, the morning I would wake, happy, for the first time, since I first met you.