chantelliar
Swift and deadly, the blow to my head. Much like your entrance into my life, swift. I barely noticed you until you were there, curled around my side, seeping into the ink of my photos and the pixels of my online diary. You will be the death of me.
They’re all like animals in this place, they tear each other to shred with out mercy or pity or… empathy.
They say that people of our generation are apathetic, hopeless. They say that they don’t know any better because their parents haven’t taught them how to behave like civilized human beings. But where did this chain of shit start? And where should I burn first?
They're all like fucking animals in this place, they tear each other to shred with out mercy or pity or fucking... empathy.
They say that people of our generation are apathetic, hopeless. They say that they don't know any better because their parents haven't taught them how to behave like civilized human beings. But where did this chain of shit start? And where should I burn first?
I traced the line of your upper lip with my tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut in that infuriatingly submissive way that they always did. You are passive beneath my hands and I am tired of your rough skin against me. I pull away. Your eyes open and you beg me not to go, but I am strong as I fall away from you. I am done with you, with your eyes and your mouth and the sensation of loving someone so deeply as I have loved you.