everything in my head is a blurry mess of love and light. the two are indistinguishable.
i am obsessed with and undeniably terrified of the 'L' word.
my capacity for love is disgusting.
i am sure there is no space left inside of my chest. i take out a couple ribs to make room.
tell you to make yourself at home, get comfortable inside me.
soon, i am consumed and inexplicably exhausted.
despite your presence, the emptiness is so distinct i can almost name it.
missing someone who is right next to you is the type of hurt
that can only be quantified as hell.
i am scared to be up because eventually i must come down.
coming down is sudden and excruciating.
my eyes are open, but i don't see any light in front of me.
i might as well be at the bottom of the ocean, so far down that no one can touch me.
so numb that even when i try to touch myself to make sure i'm still alive,
i can't feel a damn thing.