take the rope to my heart and fall.
you may just be the last before you see the black tangled heart fall.
i will read every inch of your memory until it no longer causes me to shake, or crumble, or disintegrate my bones.
bones. that's all i am lately. i never knew how badly recycled words could hurt. i guess they never meant anything when spat towards me. now i know what they all really meant.
at least i am angry now. livid. violent. thanks for pushing me out of the first phase.
i did fuck this up, after all. what's my problem, anyway?
