where you used to be.
you and I. hurt by Them.
I will be better than you.
words that make up my story.
This is me. Unique. Uncomfortable. But undoubtedly beautiful.
My reflection stares back at me.
It has always been a reach to be who I am.
You melt like butter before people who hurt you.
I wait for your hand in mine, but the dark and emptiness is absolute.
as nature quiets down, i await for Morpheus.