My Escape

hey whats

I want every single piece of you. I want your heaven and your oceans too.

I have insecurities of course, but I don’t hang out with anyone who points them out to me.

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.

As you get older, you can energetically feel the difference between people who love you and those who care at their convenience.

Looking back, I can’t remember the truth. I blew everything out of proportion so I could feel the hurt and betrayal and write about it in vivid detail. It was my own method of torture. My own undoing; and I enjoyed every second of it.

I lost myself trying to find you.

I guess that since I haven’t tasted you, my brain doesn’t register you as poison. Even if I had the chance, I doubt its verdict would change. After all, how could someone like you that’s made me so happy be toxic?