i do wish i could find even a small flicker of the blazing fire that was once in me, but it has been doused in water repeatedly.
as the clock hit midnight last night, i became new and pure. but in the few hours since i woke this morning, i have already been tainted.
i miss you like orpheus misses eurydice.
i’m so afraid of becoming everything i’m running from.
there is hate brewing in my bones. i do not believe it will stop until you are laid to rest.
peace seems so far away now. like it didn’t happen this lifetime but a thousand years ago.
i would much rather stay inside to do my skincare than go out and party all night. why does that make me a villain?
i rip open my stitches each time you stumble back into my life. even though i know i will cry tonight as i stitch them up after you leave.
i would fight for centuries to get my old self back.