𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐎̂𝐌𝐄

nobody is coming to save you. get up.

let us live, since we must die.

don't trust the beginnings, truth is told in the last moments.

i don't think i'm the hero type.

this was supposed to be closure, not the beginning of another mistake.

underneath your hands, i become poetry. this is the alchemy that you do.

two souls don't find each other by simple accident.

how do i look away now that i've seen you?

it is okay to be gentle, it does not make you weak.

let me fall if i must fall. the one i will become will catch me.

you said i killed you – haunt me then!

tell me every terrible thing you ever did and let me love you anyway.

i'm, as the poet says, a mess!

i am a collection of dismantled almosts.

do you exist? have i made you up?

ignore every instinct to flee. remember: you are a monster, too.

you were destined for me. perhaps, as a punishment.

i crave affection and run from it.

forever is a dangerous word.

you left fingerprints on my soul, but they feel more like bruises now.

am i suffering beautifully? is my agony laveable?

i desire violently – and i wait.

i died a lot to live a little with you.

not yet corpses. still, we rot.

i am made of untamable demons and unfillable voids.

…what i am aches in me.

do not mock a pain you haven't endured.

blood will be spilled. i know it. let it be mine, not yours.

i feel as if i belonged to another world.

memory is punishment.

i dream of you in fractured ways, in hollow nights, and haunted days.