you are both the storm and the stillness that follows it.
both the wound + the knife.
what can not be said will be wept, and slept on + shouted + whispered.
sure i’m tough as nails but i’m built for breaking.
my anger is a demand for love, my hair is being pulled by the stars.
i watch as your eyes start turning black.
i wanted to let something better happen to me. i wanted it to be you. but who am i to refuse the gods. there is no prayer like desire.
Nov 6, 2025
Nov 6, 2025 at 1:03 AM UTC
you are both the storm and the stillness that follows it.
both the wound + the knife.
what can not be said will be wept, and slept on + shouted + whispered.
sure i’m tough as nails but i’m built for breaking.
my anger is a demand for love, my hair is being pulled by the stars.
i watch as your eyes start turning black.
i wanted to let something better happen to me. i wanted it to be you. but who am i to refuse the gods. there is no prayer like desire.
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