yours truly, beast.

ⅺⅴ

dear beauty,

my heart yearns for somebody. i've never had anyone who was utterly and entirely my own. i can physically feel my heart constricting and straining under pressure. i feel i may be overcome with a strong sense of jealousy as i watch the only ones i love turn away and seek companionship in another other than me. 

i try to wrack my brain to find anything one may find overbearing. or whatever i may lack. i find ways around those feelings, forcing them down so they don't find their way through my lips. i swallow my words, a wave of sickness replacing them, instead, in the centre of my throat. hopelessly, i imprint pleas of desperation on the tip of my tongue, awaiting the moment when i finally give in and beg my beloved to stay.

yours truly,

beast.