i know nothing, my experience meaningless. there is nothing, there was nothing, that mattered. nothing but your lips. i didn’t care about anything else. somehow, when i was lost i grasped out and held onto to something in the dark, not caring what it was as long as it prevented my downward spiral. i loved the fact i had stopped falling.
the darkness retreated and left me looking at what i was holding onto. entrails. i held onto the eviscerated remains of a living corpse. a hollow man who had been repeatedly damaged until nothing remained but the decayed flesh of something no longer human. certainly with no humanity left. and yet i still loved you.
even knowing what you were and seeing you through clear eyes; even while being disgusted with myself for touching something so repugnant, so vile, i could not separate it from the fact that your…
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