You're scared that I'm going to hurt you. That you'll be scattered in pieces on the floor.
Well I'm not sure I can deny that. I know how destructive I am. I know it from the blades I drag along my skins and the fingers I stick down my throat after every meal. I know from the way I imagine killing myself like a glowing exit sign in a cave darker than a new moon night.
I'm not going to hurt you yet darling. And know that it's not my intention
It's just that I love things too hard and then not at all
Like I love to fly
But more the fall