i imagined every human to have a heart
but it turns out yours is not solid
but liquid
and black
and cold
and thoughtless
and insensitive
and i'm not going to let you run through my veins
i'm not allowing my blood to turn black
i'm allowing you death
or reincarnation
because no one,
no one
deserved to be treated like a host that a parasite needs
no one deserves to be treated like you were to me.
YOU ARE READING
{2} never alone.
Poetry"...we're hopelessly complicated and beautifully entwined, maybe we're ignorantly emancipated and selfishly try to prove it wrong..." lowercase intended.
