pony express - 06

beloved,

i'm lighting votive candles in your name. say you don't need it though i would do anything and everything for you. everything for you.

meanwhile, all your daily troubles lead to your ever-hungry lionheart dying, dying, and dying again. no, it's no challenge for a million-life miserator. my warped and wretched consumer of all my love has me curled up and choking on my tears, gripping covers tightly to feel safe again. wicked man with the gun in his hand playing texas roulette, my sweet baby.

little consequence, little reaction. and can you hear that ring-ringing in the back of your head? grinding teeth hard and setting jaw, good luck, they say, good luck. and they should know you were born that way.

say you're sorry you left me alone for so long and i'll say it back.

yours forever,

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