Anything and everything – nothing more, nothing less. Only you…
I’m the exception that cares more for the destination than the journey. Fuck the walk.
I don’t care how we get there, so long as we get there, so long as it’s you.
It’s always been about you.
And I’d gladly walk to the ends of the earth and back with nothing but you in my arms, while the stones and rocks bring ruin to my feet. I’ll endure for you.
But it’s got to be you.
Say that back to me even if you don’t mean it. How could you? I’m limitless in my feeling towards you. Listen. You. Oh. Why. Oh. You.
Do you place my frost-veiled heart in such a rigorous space of existence where you’re the centre of my pitiful existence? Justified by you, I’m not worthy of your existence.
So when I say each and every word I write is either for about her – the manuscript of your tragedy you’ve heard this somewhere before. Countless letters never sent, imprinted in my mind, licked and sealed they’re addressed to you.
Paper cuts haunt me. Fuck. Ruined. Endure. But it’s got to be you.
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