in a song i heard the lyrics
“he only loves me when I rot with him”
and those words tested their way through my being until they rested in the wound I cannot touch, cannot heal, and cannot see.
Rotting
love
two words i’ve often always associated with eachother despite a part of me believing in the purity of love.
A purity i reach for but cannot touch, perhaps one i never can.
“he” only loves me when i rot with “him”
when my eyes lose light as the mention of his name and i have to remind myself that i’m no longer rotting.
But it’s hard to believe that when a part of you is still stained in his sheets, when the taste is still in your mouth, when you see him when you close your eyes.
rotting
when my bones pierced my skin, my body rejecting what he gives me, shaking, when he gets near.
He only loves me when I rot when i’m sick
when he can manipulate and lie
with him.
huuuuge fan of little phrases you can add to the end of your sentences just for fun. "if you even care" and "btw" and "I fear" have done sooo much for my vocabulary. if you even care
if you use chatgpt genuinely i view you as an imbacile.
kill the imposter syndrome in your head because not only is there someone out there doing it worse than you, they’re also using chat gpt to do it