there is so much left behind. so much sinew and tendon. so many stretching flexing memories that wind their way into my lungs. i wish i knew what kind of a person i was. because sometimes, in the dark, i forget all the things im supposed to be. i run my hands over my body and i feel so very erased. it is only the noise of your breath next to me that keeps me on this side of the edge.

  1. bambibeatdown posted this

NIGHTNIGHT by DEDDY