i am in love with two people. one is you. the other one is also you, but from an alternate timeline with dragons.
I’m convinced that nothing in this life was worth my birth; nothing could justify it other than this feeling.
I wish I could drive cars so incredibly fast that the speed made my blood drenched organs shrink and squeeze out all the empty space
until I’m dense as lead
and then come crashing through your hard exteriors
and risk everything I am
or will ever be, just to be close enough to you.
I don’t need to be a person anymore.
I wish I had nine lives or more, to manage to wrap my head around your wonderfully flawed synthesis, your consciousness and body parts, while keeping you alive for all these years by feeding you my ever regenerating hearts and asian cuisine.
I wish you felt how heavy this feeling is, and didn’t rush to say you’re sorry.