Epiphany ⇢ ❛𝘈 𝘴𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯.❜
❝And even on nights when the dark becomes sticky like tar, when I wish for something to swallow me whole so I don't have to wake up the next day, I still think of you...
Before you, I was Kind, soft, believed this world had my best interest at heart, I liked to think the colour pink and red was for hearts and lovely things Like Flowers and lipstick
But you, you, you I was a wreck with you, I was sad, angry, Jealous I felt real wrath with you, I stopped chewing my words and spat them out Instead, I realised with you that pink and red were the colour Of the marks you left on my Throat
Maybe this part of me is something I will cherish, That I can be soft, with eyes like honey-dew and smiles like Soft velvet, But my tongue is sharp now, my heart has dulled and my teeth Are many
I used them to carve you out, didn't I? You understand that pink and red are the colours of your teary eyes, Of your blushed nose and wet cheeks
I am you but, so, so much more horrid
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