i am a bittersweet love.
i will love you with my whole heart,
what's left of my heart,
the whole, damaged ruins of my heart.
i do not have a good past.
i could write you stories about the skeletons who refuse to stay in my closet,
because that's where i am,
and they are scared of my knife sharp anger.
the anger that cuts down forests,
burns villages,
and conquers kingdoms.
but after,
when i've calmed down,
i'll tell you i'm sorry.
but even i know that sorry won't fix what i do.
