Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.
It’s not always just about you, but about me with you. There was a natural beauty and progression between the two of us, and I thought our ending would be the same.
But here I sit thinking of tattooing this quote to my forehead, so I have a constant reminder that I am slowly letting you kill me.
I am devoured by thoughts of what I could have done differently, said differently, been someone different.
My dreams… They are easily removed.
I don’t need stories, fables or fairytales. Those live in a place where poison is curable by a lovers kiss.