— just what I was afraid of.
Or
just maybe
the sweetly stale echo of muffled cries
forced down your throat
by a monster too greedy
Or
just maybe
the sweetly rotten hint of a fondness
that died trying
to grow into love
Oh
just maybe
there’s still a chance
for you to exist
A draft thing. Two bodies. Each of them hosting multiple personalities, two of which are supposed to be in love. One of them doubting the other's feelings - or maybe even his sole existence. Weird stuff. Sorry.
