This is the beginning of all I know.
One way or another, I’ll ruin this.
Don’t take that lightly though,
You’ll be one I’ll miss.
So before we face that which I’m scared of.
Help me rip, help me tear,
Into this thing called love.
Which we know is never fair.
Be thankful I was the one to bend,
To the pressure forcing through.
I’d eat your heart out by the end.
And I won’t say sorry, for I’d eat mine too.
-M.










