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⠀ ⠀ 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐢 ⠀

my rage is sacred.

⠀i have survived everything but i fear that i cannot survive myself.

i don't wish to be perceived ﹗ i am meant to be held as gingerly in someone's hand as one would hold the burning insides of the dying sun ﹗

⠀ but if you’re not a kid getting a basket what’s the point ⠀

⠀ i can’t believe i forgot about easter . what the fuck . . .

— Edgar Allan Poe

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀no . no . no , you can’t just leave me like this , you can’t , you can’t just rip my heart apart and leave me bleeding

⠀not ⠀all ⠀love ⠀is ⠀𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞. ⠀sometimes ⠀itʹs ⠀gritty ⠀and ⠀dirty ⠀and ⠀possessive. ⠀sometimes ⠀itʹs ⠀not ⠀supposed ⠀to ⠀be ⠀careful ⠀or ⠀soft ⠀at ⠀all. ⠀sometimes ⠀it ⠀feels ⠀like ⠀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡.

⠀ 𝘿𝙧. 𝙇𝙖𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝘽𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙢 ⠀

to want. desire is ugly. incessant. shaped like two hands wrapped around a throat.

⠀ ( . . . ) ⠀

i know i am not good for you, but please let me be selfish enough to have you.

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀you chose to dance with the devil , 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒓 .

so tell me， where did the blood on your palms come from? self—divination， or sacrifice?

⠀ didn’t hear my alarm and woke up LATE . . . cancel the whole day i’m already over it ⠀

you realize that grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love. and i think， you know， this is the last act of loving someone. and you realize that it will never end.