Words can't manifest these emotions into reality. I want to dig my fingers into my chest and break my aorta. Crack open my head like an egg to forget love. Ladle liquified hate over my head for all love brings is pain and you. You seem to have struck a deal with Aphrodite, made me drink an ocean of love potions. I don't like this. Especially the type of love you bring with you. Mazarine, abstract and dark. A love that made young gods go insane. I don't need your star-creating eyes and the devil that drips from your lips. You cursed me or something with your Caspian eyes. Never have I felt like I could touch clouds and breathe underwater. You make love the things they don't warn you about. Nonsensical. You are malevolent. You're the person to make dust out of other souls. They are beneath your boots. An expert in breaking bones. Everything that is sin is embodied in you yet I adore you with a fervor that could create universes. I don't want this.
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Sunset
RandomI dive into the sun, searching for peachy summers. ~~~ A collection of distorted short stories.
