loop

[ ] recovery comes in waves and somehow it consumes me from the inside out .satisfaction overtakes me as I’m drowning except I know how to swim this time . honey spills as the girl who writes my pain on my body put her hands on my neck ,chocking me ,till I accept the blade .
[ ] the ghost of my past self takes pictures of my skeleton as pretty boy waters my insecurities and gives it what it wants . slow at first but he begins to taste more like empty promises . it’s august now and there is not much room left for anything to grow.
[ ] she refuses to hold me as I live in the fear of my own body. “how will you run from this my yellow “ ——— I wish I had it worse so people would believe me . death is like a bend in a continuous river of becoming and certainty and I’ll never repair .
[ ] revival allure’s me as I fall asleep somewhere intangible , there’s something broken being fixed in this unsuited suffering . the fire died out long back , the hardest part about putting it out was accepting it never wanted to burn in the first place . acceptance visits my grave everyday and whispers ‘even in death you bleed love ‘