I tried to change, to soften, to fit into the shape of what you needed, but I lost myself somewhere in the trying.
It took a while for me to see that always does not always be. [...] And now I know what love betrays, that always only lives some days.
And I can’t help but wonder, why would anyone want to love someone who feels the way I feel?
why do we keep loving people who can't love us back?
“Miller,” he says, making sure my attention is on him. “If you ever decide to stop running and make a home…” His eyes are begging, pleading. “Make it with me.”
I’ll make you swallow it. you wished to consume me fucking eat me up. when the poison lies deep in your belly you’ll finally know the taste of a mad woman.
What can you imagine me doing?
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