Too Tired

Absolutely nothing.

my pronouns are she/they and thats all the identifiable info you need

I knew a girl-

More than knew her, I loved her. Maybe I still do, a little bit. And she loved me.

She held the broken pieces of my heart together and kissed each crack until it was almost whole.

I would watch her laugh and count the lines on her face, hoping to commit them to memory.

But she was too bright. Her eyes were filled with life that mine simply lack.

The dark pit inside me was going to swallow her up, turn her light into darkness. I didn't want that.

And I left. I felt like a fool, and sometimes I still do.

But the hole inside me has only gotten bigger, and the light inside her shines more than it ever has.

I dont really know how to define the shudder that went though me.

sometimes I think that my head is too backwards to tell the difference between fear and arousal. I feel like a prey animal that begs to be shot