"everything you do is wrong."

memories will always be shaded in rosy hues. but i will try my hardest not to forget how my knuckles bled, or how your bones creaked against the cold brick; how the heat of aftermath plasma felt on both our skins. how the wounds healed.

young & doomed, and not in the fun way. no cigarettes, no booze.

the worst part of your life is the best part of your life and you will always be longing to crawl right back to it, on bleeding knees — to pulse with the forest again. again, again, again. you know nothing else. you're a child in adult's shoes, a sheep draped with the decaying pelt of a wolf, but i see your eyes. i know you.

we are the same then and now. softened, but the same. and i won't let you paint our past in a wash of green, not on my watch.