i was a precocious child. it’s a curse.
you touch me just right and change my definition of holy.
i’ll run away from you my whole life if i have to.
i feel safe and soft in your arms.
normals childhoods don’t exist. parents break up. dogs die. houses burn. friends betray. money runs out.
death’s hand fits so perfectly in my palm. no wonder my mind is attacking me.
someone asked me today if i had ever been in love. i shook my head no because what we had can’t fit under one four letter word.