I've become infatuated with the thought of you, and if there's an escape i don't want it.
you are my poison, my drug, and even though it's choking me i cannot leave you. you are my intoxicant and the only thing that keeps me sober. you are my beginning and my end and everything in-between.
but
where you are my heart i am one out of a million blood cells. and i will die, and another will replace me. but you will always be my heart, because when everything else in our body can change, our heart is the only thing that can't.
and somehow
it feels good to hurt.
-what you are to me vs what i am to you
YOU ARE READING
for her 🌹
Short Storya compilation of notes, letters/diary entries and poems (no specific order) cover by @alice_emma_rose
