The Diary of a Fallen Girl

cravings

I crave heartbreak, for pointless aching is the most familiar inspiration to a wandering soul like me, and healing is a process brimming with emotion.

I crave blood of my own, turning to red and running like tears, for self-infliction is always the beginning of an addiction, and wars can be documented; however, nonexistence cannot.

I crave love, for falling is the most instantaneous destruction of a glass soul in the hands of another, and the feeling of completion is a universal inspiration.

I crave the fire on your skin, for burning my hands is yet another way to inspire them to create, and leaving me scarred gives me yet another story to tell.

I chase the trails of self-destruction, for pain seems just as welcoming as feeling nothing at all.