This is an apology for the things I have to say about us to get over us,
I feel most like myself when I am washing blood off my hands in the shower.
I hope whatever is eating you alive does it as slowly as possible
I know it doesn't sound like it, but this is a love poem.
This is a love poem,
This is a love poem until it isn't anymore.
.... So love ends and we perish
Love ends and we lose ourselves in the fire; Or we don't, but we try to.
