6 years ago. January 18, 2019 at 8:33 PM
How did you really feel like we would make it at all? I trusted you. You fell asleep, ignored and pretended you wanted me. And so here I fall into myself. Into the black hole. Back into my skull. And still my silence bleeds. And every part of me still has needs. But I will not beg unless you are my truth. And I will not plead unless you are the roots that came from me. Again into my skull I wake. Alone in every aspect of awake.
