angonising insecurities hot tears and cyanide-sweet guilt turning ashen on my tongue your gentle love brands me an unwitting reminder of hollow heart oscillating, fury and despair incapable of providing warmth, selfless sacrifice vines of all that is ugly warping invisible moral pillars leaving behind a crumbling artefact secrets lost to acid tears and my soul's brittle foundations and tempestuous nature, ruinous self-loathing and denial boundary walls reinforced with steely reticence and double-edged grief
I don't deserve you I don't deserve you
Purging grief and despair and anguish in real time. How can you give love to something so rotten, so broken, so beyond saving?