The final piece fell into my steady hands. Warm blood like love, poured over my shattered heart. Like his skull. He took his life. He almost loved me as much as he hated himself.
You need to try to use the same care you apply to others on yourself. I only say it bc sometimes I see myself a bit in you (obviously we have totally different lives and paths)
@Bang5luts his words were, I left a smoking crater of his mind. I just saw it earlier today. I just want the wound to close and heal. It was passionate and he could blame me but I know he was already in that place.