passé

have i taught you nothing?

the ache

you're oh so typical.

breaking the girl

"she meant you no harm

he loves no one else"

cruel

wide awake in an attempt to find some sort of center. everything appears translucent and off camber, everyone displays their same fucking flaws.

i wanted to dig into you and liberate you from the inside, but now i don't even want to lay lands on you.

i've become content with losing and loss.

a firing squad leaves nothing in its wake to remind me of what could have been. violence replaces where my heart had once been.

what do you feel? what does it taste like? can you put on display your scars and the places where you were hurt the most?

take this blood and smear it across the blueprints of your ideals. take this hand and place within it the blade that will be used to sever the ties. take those bitemarks and leave them on the cutting room floor.

take it all fucking away.

figures

i'm growing fond of the atypical, non-verbal and subtly beautiful, you.