It almost makes me angry how little you see of yourself— how you beg to be somebody’s pity fuck when I let you put me on a shelf, how you seem to have forgotten the marks on our beautiful skin and the worship in my eyes when you finally let yourself in. I love you as much as I ever did; you’re as wondrous as you ever were, and I am beginning to wonder if I could do better than her.
"Delusions"












