this is a story that starts and ends with you.
a desolate place, screaming insecurity. souvenirs of a better time, thrust into our hands by -
well, it doesn't even matter who.
or what.
or where.
or even how.
it's the why i can't figure out.
so kill me.
she said, my heart always speaks before i know what it will say.
he said, then don't listen to it.
she followed his advice,
and then whole world cried for they were alone.
don't you get it?
the party's over.
this isn't a competition.
you are not who i thought you could be.
etc,
etc,
etc.
(this becomes irrelevant after a while).
and thus, it was all an accident.
ps. i hope it takes me too.