Beware the sharp love.  Clutch your chest with delicacy, lightly wring your fingers around the blade of insecurity. Do not let it hold you, do not hold her too tight. Don’t squeeze. Remember your strength, fear yourself.  Feed on shame and guilt

you are a furnace of sins, vomiting rot. Never be wrong, Keep the ink from your mouth. Keep the ink from your skin. Keep the blackness from your skin. keep it away from your fingertips. Do not love that girl. Do not touch these damaged people–the fragile ones–you will become fragile too. I cannot watch you break like that. Let me save you. I can protect you. I love you. You are my good little boy.

Hold on to my wavering finger. Lie to my face, over and over. I cannot watch you think anymore, it hurts, did you mean that, when you said I wasn’t enough? Never get tired, like this. Do not grow old like these withered veins

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