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you’re the first person to ask me if it hurt.

out of love for you, i have forgiven the world.

i’ll make you so in love with me, that every—time our lips touch, you’ll die a little death.

it’s a story of sacrifice and betrayal, and of good people dying in stupid, pointless ways.

my sin was loving you too much.

love is bitter when i can see how much i can make you bleed.

the worst part of love is that i remember it. i walk around all day thinking i'm going to die in the universe you loved me in. i get so jealous of euthanized dogs.

is my red, red enough﹖ ╱ i'm waiting for your teeth at my throat. it's only good manners.

the heart is a fist. ╱ it pockets prayer or holds rage.

i’m happy it was you, here with me, at the end.

desire with no future, bitter longing— i starve myself by yearning for intimacy that doesn’t ﹠ won’t exist.

you really don't know if you're going to survive him, do you﹖

he is not god. wouldn’t have any fun being god. ╱ defying god, now that’s his idea of a good time.

are you expecting someone﹖ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀( only you. )

killing must feel good to god too, he does it all the time.

you'd rather be with the dead﹖ ╱ a hundred times over. buried, even.

if our love ends, would that be a bad thing﹖

betrayal and forgiveness are best seen as something more akin to falling in love.