I think I hold resentment.
My world, consumed by thoughts of you.
your advice, the sagest,
your bad habits, addicting.
my purpose: to entertain.
but I fell bored; things felt easy.
In exchange, life has never been harder since after I left.
Love? No, a strong sense of familiarity and warmth.
I want my love to feel eerie and unsafe.
Craving the opposite, an increased difficulty.
Forever in debt, failing to match your stoic perfection.
this is so good <33