No matter how hard I try, I cannot express my love fully with words alone. |
I hate how you make me feel selfish for being alive. |
You know you're in love, |
Impossible that time keeps ticking, but somehow it does. But not fast enough. No; not nearly fast enough." |
Self- mutilation; |
You're an open wound. You'll scar so badly in my memory, like a cut that bleeds for too long, only to leave a mangled looking scar, as if in any moment the blood might start flowing again. |
There's nothing arousing about the truth. |