maybe i grown accustomed to candy coating everything i touch, especially the truth. but this comfort you provide is so false and unpredictable, it makes me uncomfortable and puts me on edge, like the seconds before pulling the trigger on russian roulette but hear me out, you will never be above gravity or a example of a tyranny figure, you will always be skin, flesh, and bones but you hide your skeletons in my closets and the dreamcatchers don't catch the darkness the right way anymore, but i am the gasoline and you are the fire starting in my bones and rushing in and out of my life like waves on a shore, and i wish gravity would hold you here but i tore your entire world apart and i left you to put pieces together and i left a part of me with you, and i wish i ******* didn't. i wish i ******* didn't leave a part of me with you.