and for my final act, ill sleep to the thought of finally being perfect enough to be worthy of love, even if its shown through ravaging me and consuming my soul so i know nothing other than your ownership
btw i have chronic sleep issues btw you could totally take advantage of me btw you could totally do it multiple times in one day btw bc sometimes i can sleep for 12+ hours btw
yes yes yes yes yes
let me ruin your life while you ruin mine until all we know are the ruins we have created so we dont do anything besides try to turn them into something habitable
two pitful lesbians making out, hurting each other, and degrading each other as they sink deeper into their masochistic delusion until the only thing they can think of is tearing through each other to fuse themselves into one, skin to skin, blood to blood
and maybe one day ill find the words without feeling like im the tiniest person ever, like my voice isnt snatched out of my chest and i must recoil backwards in hopes to catch just a pinch of it, so when its time to beg you to stay because ill be everything you want, youll listen
so what if im like every bpd girl and go nonverbal when we’re upset, you love me right? you love me even when i cant find the words to tell you i love you, you hurt me, and if i keep speaking i’ll lash out because im rotten inside no matter how hard i try to be your angel? right?
you’ll find a way to understand its not you, its just my sick, icky, rotting brain, and its not you, its me, im the small, pathetic girl trying to keep up and be as big as you, but i know im destined to fail because im terrified to be hurt, so i stop, and hurt and hurt and hurt