Drugstore Perfume [Poetry]

uncertainty

uncertainty

may9twenty21

(a/n: something I left inside my drafts that I want to set free)

I was right to leave this incomplete. things were only just beginning

yesterday I made a wishlist, and then I made a wishlist on top of it with invisible ink. you you you you. all warped in my dreams so I wake up feeling fuzzy and haunted (in a not cool way). I wonder what kind of monster I've become in your dreams. our hearts are so fucking dead, the kill switch stopped working with that last message you sent (ironic it was here, wasn't it? some things never change). I guess you knew before me. it probably didn't sting any less.

they're a lose-lose situation, because you end up with a nightmare either way. the only difference is if it comes before or after. I wonder what'll break the curse. based on the way that one holiday's been going every year, I'll end up dead when I finally don't want to.

because there's no justice