why did you make me like this?! i destroy everything i touch. it hurts because i know i can do better than that, i can be good!

i’m afraid that i am destructive， that if i have something good， i am compelled to destroy it.

i liked him more than he liked me. but i never had the chance to tell him.

oh god, i'm bound to love again.

was loving me really too hard for you to do?

but if i could love, i'd love you.

i have no regrets. that’s what i’d like to say, but there is one thing: it’s that i wasn’t able to marry you.

god rest my soul, i miss who i used to be.

but it's still wired into your meat to expect a soft hand under your jaw, and you only ever expect the bite once the teeth are already pierced.

i'm not scared of god, i'm scared he was gone all along.

⠀ who’s [REDACTED]? odd name.

⠀ 🤨 okay!

⠀ … same as usual. you?

a lover? maybe. something tender, anyway. but tender like a bruise.