An unhealthy connection. One I can never see unravel. One I can never see thrive. A connection that you won’t let blossom. One that can never come alive.
Which is why it hurts. It burns It stings It’s acid It’s toxic. And I’m a masochist. You warned me. You were right, it hurts. But I didn’t flinch. And look now once again.
You’re my favourite type of pain. Self inflicted. I still haven’t established *why* It's a poison that slowly takes my life away. But the memory makes the it worthwhile anyway.