fuck.

As she walked across the dirty city streets and puddles scraped her bare soles like jagged glass sharks, she thought to herself 'how can i be this easy?' and why is love so wonderful it hurts every time i walk through the doorframe, smashing the splinters further into my arms and pricking them with my fingertips, jarring sensation that tickles my breastbone and toes can read minds when you ask them nicely i swallowed your ego and choked on it thoroughly and when you laughed and bubbled up inside me i felt my stomach tearing the walls of my chest like an epic battle between lost lovers twisting and diving into the cesspits of my broken body that i surrendered to this idealism and when i asked you said 'speak sweetly' and the gurgling sound that escaped from my lips was the only thing you'll ever remember of me not my eyes black with dread nor the zombie white irises or the mouth slack and drained of wit like a broken stinger and the last thing you'd want to remember was how my fingers stayed in your hair.