8.14.23 at 11:34am: Love -
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my pride is fragile, and I can't help but picture all my best faults.
from messy hair to thick skin and waiting for it to get cold, I dare you to expect something from me. there is a cog in my brain and a crack in my heart where love and aching and feelings of fondness seep out. red goop that bubbles and bleeds into the cavity in my chest. i am sick with warm pains and bloody feelings of adoration. i inhabit this cavity, bombarded by battering pangs, out of touch with the fear in my brain.