...no way through it but through it," I tell myself.
I'll be your mess, you be mine That was the deal that we had signed
Are you happy in your misery? Resting peaceful in desolation? It’s the final tie that binds us The sole source of my consolation" “blue
Loving someone is such an inherently dangerous act. And yet, love, that’s where safety lives.
Closure. I loathe that word.
Hate me. Devastate me. Annihilate me. Re-create me. Re-create me. Won't you, won't you won't you re-create me.