its all blood.
running red and thick and tragic.
bloodier than my knees.
its all night.
forcing me into a wraith, a nymph, a queen of sadness.
darker than my desires.
its all crumbling.
like the ruins we promised to see together.
falling like my heart.
im all broken, my darling. you found me shattered in ten thousand pieces and you grinned and rolled up your sleeves and started to fix me but as you were finishing you broke me again and gave up this time.
im a tragedy. im a car crash. im the moss between concrete slabs and the paper paths built towards infinite wars.
dont waste your time fixing me again, my darling, you’ll only cut yourself on the shards.