Neither of us are happy, but neither of us want to leave.
We are toxic. We are the poison settling in our skin. We are the very thing killing each other.
So why do we not leave each other? Why do we keep going in circles?
Is it because we love each other? Crave each other's presence?
No.
We suck each other dry, expecting us to be filled with love and affection. And yet, here we are, desperately clinging to the one person killing us.
Trying desperately to cling to that small hope that something; someone could change.
I sometimes wish you could leave me.
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As The Lines Cross
Short StoryThis is not a story. It's not something that can merely be written as a sequence of events. But rather the way we fall in love for someone, in bits and pieces. Until all at once; we love. This is a collection of short stories, poems, and things tha...
