and suddenly i want to

and suddenly i want to stop writing about you.

i want these vivid images of your smile to stay away from me.

i want to stop bleeding myself for you. but somehow

my heart loves the pain.

but again, maybe because i have never felt like this before.

a feeling for someone that is so deep it is digging

a hole in my heart.

a grave for my heart itself.

—Comparative anatomy feels