I will willingly rip my heart out and force-feed it to you. Just so you’ll believe it beats solely for you. I live for your weird ways, they perfectly mirror my own. I don’t care for luscious life when you’re around. I’ll endlessly fester with you. I crave your depressing…

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A LOVE LETTER TO BEING BETTER WITH YOU — A maze A mansion A labyrinth of sleeping ghosts You walk with me by candlelight taking my hand when I forget my way We wander down hallways Deeper into darkness than I’ve ever been alone You bring me to sunshine To fresh air and crystal dew drops A grassy garden of us Together…

I feel it cooking in my bones, feel its urgency surface. Quiet rage, foam of fire. Memory charred at the edges.

I knew her light before I knew I was light. I know of the place from which I bloomed into being. She told me her secrets. I grew with her…

Trigger warnings; CSA, SA, ETC. Red rooms, little sparkles. Velvet, silks, and broken love. The first photos were taken on the day I was born. A tiny mess of life. You hit the jackpot when I grew pretty. Taught me the right amount of hair flipping. …

TW: child loss, grief, etc. We met with eyes wide open and our mouths agape. You greeted me with stunned silence. I reciprocated with guttural, animalistic howls. I didn’t know I was capable of such sounds until my psyche viscerally shattered in real-time. You were strong, so very, very strong. You…

Say it concisely. Say it from your soul. I need to hear it plainly, set in stone. I’m a soluble being, I dissipate and fade. I like to leave my body for minutes or months or years. I need solid sentences on which to hang my hopes. I need real things…

To Oily Rag, father of my children. We meet in passing from time to time. He’ll emerge from a pub and pull me in, and in, and in. He doesn’t say much and blames it on a line. I ask if he still has all of his teeth. He’s broken…