(wrote this last week so it is no longer applicable to my current life situation but i thought i'd publish it anyway)
(i'm sorry, these are very, very raw + honest thoughts and i thought i would use this opportunity to create something out of them)
the only person i don't ever want to write about: i want to bury you in the recluses of my mind and drown you in the fluid that surrounds my brain so you'll be dead and i'll never have to think about you again for as long as i live.
but
you have such a good heart and your kindness is like salt rubbed against the ulcers of my mouth — it stings with such an urgency you cannot help but wonder if it is meant to heal your pain or rip you apart. you are skin teeth lips hair human and all i am is a beating heart and an empty vessel.