𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓪𝔀𝓷𝜗𝜚˚

“You're sick. You'd rather be forgotten and rot away before you even turn 18 because you're a coward.”

“I don't know. I barely know how I feel. I just feel something. Like something's wrong.”

the way i depend on you.

Like you’re the ink my pen needs to continue functioning,

but you keep drying out, stopping abruptly.

I crave the presence of your touch,

the way my skin reacts, only for you, your touch.

But, you don’t feel the same,

don’t love me, don’t want this.

And that’s why,

I hate what your indifference does to me,

a cold snake coiled around my heart, squeezing until it inevitably bursts.

Knowing i’ll never stop pleading,

for you to love me,

even as you fade away, letting me go.

Leaving me with only shattered memories,

stained-glass shards of what we might have written,