the root of my jealousy stems from an endless pool of insecurity. i am drowning. you are the tallest tree. the strongest tree. water fills my mouth and turns my eyes green with envy. waves pound worthless into my ears.
you don't deserve me. i don't deserve you. my thoughts spin round in a whirlpool of self hatred. i pin the blame on you for the fact that i will never feel enough. i am sorry.
YOU ARE READING
inaurata lingua
Puisibook two. stars pour from a golden mouth ink drips from a bleeding tongue
