by OctoberTheThirtyFourth

‘..and it was the lonely that got to you the way it got to all of us, rooted into the parts of you you didn’t even know you had in you. settling there, singing itself through the thunder, making it known that lonely is as lonely does. and it did, it transformed even the language about you until you were nothing without it, letting all your lovers go – telling them not to come back/they were not wanted here – promising you the world and keeping it from you one lie at a time. what a way to stay put, design a wound as big as a house you got to live in. ‘

[My Demons.]