Do I make life worth living for you?
Do I make you want to be someone new?
Are you afraid to lose me?
I like when you tell me that my presence is pure alchemy and touch from my fingers is enough to heal you.
Keep telling me how I’ve changed you for the better.
Keep speaking affirmations and making prayers of dedication to me.
Mean it when you say I’ve taught you love, worship, and obsession.
A response to you making my life unhealthy. A quick reaction to show my displeasure. An almost violent reaction to a loss. /// \\\ I wouldn't let you come back, not unless you were brand new. I wouldn
Always creating scenarios to feel alive, hopeful. Always holding too tightly because what is life and love with no logic, control. Freely letting guards fall to not know each other later. Finally rele
I lost control [!] then I lost control [...] I let it go a few times. I ran from it a few times. I tried to pick it up again too, but I just couldn't carry it anymore. I kept it movin. I had absolute