I don't give a fuck if you find me attractive. You flirt with me, you get blocked. I don't have time with that bullshit. I'm fucking married!

I'm here to be chaotic, completely complicated, misunderstood, and alienated by truth. Twisted, reformed, a guided, we push through dirt with dead dreams on our tongue, dead stars in our hair, and muted music in our veins. Can you feel it? Can you grasp it? Tear it out, she said. Blonde bitch. One by one, dirty dress, last week's makeup, purple lips and baby blue eyes. Now Run, he said. Into that forest that knows you so well and better than I ever could. I wrote the book, you sank that low. I have nothing else to show you. Burn it bright then fade away.