how do i say it? that i still see you in the dark, in the shadows in the corners, that i want to love you but its hard because every time i see your silhouette my blood runs cold ﹠ my heart stops ﹠ i'm back beneath your blade.
for someone like myself in whom the ability to trust is so cracked and broken that i am wretchedly timid and forever trying to read the expressions on people's faces.
i wanna be defined by the things that i love, not the things i hate
not the things i'm afraid of, i'm afraid of
or the things that haunt me in the middle of the night