Work Text:
because men eat everything up
eat up my soul to build themselves up
that’s all I’m
because a naive soul cannot be companion for anyone
im left behind with all your wounds
that I took over for you
because that’s how I love
fantasy like, sort of-
and healing your soul.
just kiss me one last time
knowing you'll never be mine
and I would die happily
believing all your lies, sadly.
masking my tears behind stony indifference
trying to make it perfect
but im just a homeless kid,
naked during winter-time.