In this fucked up state of mind, I just want to set you on fire and watch as the wind tears your ashes apart. You consumed every breath I took while I was under your wing and left me breathless. You devoured while I starved. You soared while I plummeted to the frigid depths of the abyss.

My scorned psyche seeks vengeance in the form of blood. Vengeance in the form of pain and in the form of recirpocal torture. My mind seeks liberation by destruction. In this fucked up state of mind, let us intervene with each other’s fate so I can finish you off like you’ve done to me in a split second.

You cut me deep, bitch. Cut me like surgery.

I want what’s mine. I want what you’ve taken. If a knife is what it takes for me to retrieve my lost property, then I’ll cut like there’s no tomorrow and I’ll tear at your sanity. Bleed for me, baby. Bleed metaphorically. Because although I hate you with all my heart, I loved you once in my life. I loved you, and love is something that can’t be taken back.

You’re going to be the death of me.

bullshit personal prose so damn high right now i hope this makes sense

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