how long can i hold on to this secret our time is running out how can i even exist? i don’t think i’m ready to face the possibility of days ahead without you is it possible to grieve something that still exists? it hurts so much as i cry knowing that i can’t be yours forever my heart is not yours to keep it’s a delicate creature and you’ve mishandled me messy unlike a butcher with clean cuts and intricate lines saving all pieces a ritual sacrifice my heart on my sleeve crawling back into my chest where it’s safe as it bleeds caged up like protection ribs echoing affection healing from misplaced attention [added on 04/03/25] ears on the ground holding its breath at the crunch of tires searching for familiar my heart, a dog still waiting by the window...
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