Less Than A Month Ago All Of

My Wild, Uncured, Erratic, Incomprehensible Heart.

And We Did, And It Wasn’t Bad. We Ate The Whole Stupid Can, We Were So Hungry. And When It Started To Get Dark You Pointed To The Sky, And Told Me There Was A Star For Every Thing You Loved About Me.” I’m Gasping, Feeling As Though I Am About To Drown; I’m Reaching For Him Blindly, Grabbing At His Collar.

There Are No Happy Endings, Only Breaks In The Regular Action.

They Told Us Love Was A Disease. They Told Us It Would Kill Us In The End. For The Very First Time I Realize, That This, Too, Might Also Be A Lie.

...into Hate, Into Refusal, Against Hope And Without Fear