it was you and i
here we are again in the same place as before and somehow everything is different, everything is difficult. it seems easier than before to stand her next to you and i don’t care what anyone thinks, just that you feel better. i raise my fingers to my mouth and start to bleed the cuticles, letting out the part of my blood that makes me hurt you. i see it in your eyes that you hate me just then for hurting myself. but all i ever do is hurt everyone, and that means me too.