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@holyaches
⠀⠀⠀ *﹙🎴﹚ ⠀at⠀ least⠀ curse⠀ me⠀ a⠀ little⠀ at⠀ the⠀ very⠀ end, @lostaffections. ⠀ ◝
my six eyes tell me you're suguru geto but my soul knows otherwise.
i love you. infinitely and inexpressibly. i've woken up in the middle of the night and here i am writing this. my love, my happiness.
i want you to know that it is okay not to love me. i want you to know that you are not the first person who found it a little too tough, who took two steps back when my jaws started snapping.
love of mine, someday you will die, but i'll be close behind. i'll follow you into the dark.
you swore that you loved me, but where were the clues? i died on the altar waiting for the proof.
my body is a bruise, purpled with loss. i am tired of swallowing your name, finding ink on each of your shirts, red petals in the pages of books.
i slept a total of two full hours in the last three days. i woke up drenched in my cold sweat and i can't stop the shakes hallucinating thoughts of you.
to have spent my life holding my hands in tightly hidden fists. to try to understand what it would mean, now, to hold them open. i have always felt ashamed at being witnessed in the act of wanting something i could not have.
i am a demanding creature. i am selfish and cruel and extremely unreasonable. but i am your servant. when you starve i will feed you; when you are sick i will tend you. for you alone i will be weak.
maybe somehow there's a bright side to all this. / i did get to meet you.
i have altered myself drastically under the initial impression that it would make me stronger, but i have grown to become someone i hardly recognize.
i just want a humble, murderously simple thing: that a person be glad when i walk into the room.