#undeliverable

I only ever asked for a couple things —

not miracles, not gold, just gestures small and true.

But every time I reached, you’d shift the light,

make me question if I was meant to have it too.

The things I thought I wanted from you

were never too much, only the bare soul’s plea —

to be seen, to be held, to feel something steady.

But somehow, you made sure to take them from me.

Now I sit with the quiet,

trying to breathe through the ache of almosts.

The truth is, I wasn’t asking for the world —

[ALL MESSAGES UNABLE TO BE DELIVERED]

DARE: YOU SICK SON OF A BITCH

DARE: DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE?!

DARE: FUCK YOU

DARE: FUCK. YOU.

DARE: I HOPE THEY FRY YOUR ASS

DARE: HOW COULD YOU

DARE: I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WERE DEMENTED BUT THIS...

DARE: You had to try and take us down with you, didn’t you?

DARE: If anything happens to Blaine because of this—

DARE: You fucking lowlife waste of space piece of human garbage

DARE: You walking dumpster fire of death