two can keep a secret if one of them is dead.

hey, i murdered the shit outta ‘em. they’re dead now.

damn it! shit, shit, shit!

in another universe， i am easier to love.

the center of every poem is this: i have loved you. i have had to deal with that.

are you tormented by memories? burdened by guilt?

to the coffin, to the ties. / waiting till' the afterlife, my confession won't suffice.

how do you love﹖ like a fist． like a knife． but i want to be more like a weed， a small frog trembling in air．

⠀⠀⠀˛ I —— I think I'm in love . ՙ

it’s always me, it always has to be me.

i’m not allowed to die out here. some people make that promise to god but i made it to my friend.

i’m pretty much fucked. that’s my considerate opinion. fucked.

if i have to think about one more thing today my head will explode.

the first grave i dug was my own.

WHO'S 𝗡𝗘𝗫𝗧 .ᐣ

i swam a lake of fire, i’d have walked across the floor of any sea.

all he ever wanted; to hunt, to kill.

and i， at the door between worlds．

the dog that weeps after it kills is no better than the dog that doesn’t． my guilt will not purify me．