you made a fool of death... pt. 2.
dialogue prompts from you made a fool of death with your beauty by akwaeke emezi.
i didn't mean to trade war stories. i'm sorry.
i'm sorry for the hurt that lives in your heart.
i wish i could tell you it gets easier.
there's no such thing as an inappropriate question.
you don't mind being watched?
you always seem so alone.
i've never hidden who i am from you.
i'd like to think that we're becoming friends.
there are so many different types of love. different types of ways to stay committed.
this is the most bisexual conversation i've had in a long time.
you're being secretive, even for you.
we're friends first, right?
i didn't realize you were sappy like that.
of course you're on time when food's involved.
you look like a troublemaker.
it would be ridiculous to be jealous of a ghost.
there are moments that break timelines.
i have to lock up. for real, this time.
you look like you're about to assassinate someone.
something inside me just never stopped screaming.
when did hell freeze over? did i miss the memo?
you think i'd let someone else cook a dinner in my house?
i want to be someone i can recognize.
grief can feel like a lifetime of venom, spikes piercing through us.
what i really want to do is curl up in bed and cry.
no, i'm not awake. i'm sleep-talking.
i don't think i've ever seen you actually drunk.
you're lucky to have me, voice of reason and perspective.
if i keep moving, i won't have time to think.
there are some things that need to stay and die in last night.
when you held me, i thought i was going to break.
can't we just skip the talking part?
was it just a kiss for you?
i only ask one thing: don't lie to me.
i will hold anything you tell me with care. just please let it be the truth.
i don't know how to say what i want. it's like i've got all these voices yelling at me about how mad and fucked up it all is.
i'm terrified i'll say something and you'll look at me like i'm out of my mind.
i like being alone next to you. like our alones might walk side by side.
you are so generous with your heart.
you were like light. i couldn't help but turn my face to you, if i wanted to keep living.
i've spent a significant amount of time trying to change my feelings into something else, but i can't.
i am so tired of denying myself.
it's ridiculous how much i love watching you smile.
i can feel you staring, you know.
you okay? where did you go?
tell me what you're feeling. i'll take whatever it is, over you pushing me away.
i don't want to go back there. it feels like a place that could eat me alive if i did, even just by talking about it.
you have me for as long as you want, however much or as little as you want. i'm not going anywhere.
i have a hard time processing platonic affection.
you're messing with me. you've gotta be messing with me.
you know you can always just come home, right?
i guess 'messy and alive' is a good way to put it.
would you like to go on a walk? i have something to show you.
i've never done anything to hurt you, have i?
don't even say my name. keep it out of your mouth.
i want you to be okay, more than anything. tell me what you need.
i'm here. why are you trying to make me go away?
what will you do when you get tired of me?
i can still feel the shape of the hole left in my heart.
you're always so angry when you're in pain.
i'm here to take whatever spikes you throw at me, always. forever.
i appreciate your concern, but let me take care of myself. okay?
do what you gotta do to be happy.
this shit you want to know, it doesn't belong to you. it's not your business.
i love how you lean into grief and somehow use it to become even more alive.
i'm happy just to be with you, however you'll have me.
thank you for coming into my home.
