inkskinned:

i know you wanted it different. i know you threw yourself at others because for a second the idea of love could silence the rest of it. but look at you now. look at your hands and the moon and the black of you. how many people did you hurt just because you could. oh, you pushed them away and now you’re sad they won’t come crawling back? oh silly. oh dear. it’s a funny thing isn’t it that biting the knife eventually cuts your tongue. all you wanted was a happiness that didn’t taste of blood.