i ask her to have mercy on my

itty-bitty heart and soul.

i'm dumb, i'm ugly, i understand i do not deserve it from her, and despite all the shallow threats and insults and glass shattering, i never could let her go.

i live with her. a small apartment in a building full of them, it's a two bedroom. one of the bedrooms' is a cluttered storage room, the other's her. my bedroom is the couch. i don't mind it, it supports me. i miss her arms, though

all my friends are worried about me. rin's called me crazy more than the amount of numbers i can count up to, he says that i have stockhem syndrome over her. like harley quinn, but i don't kill.

he says that she could literally send me into a hospital bed and i would go back to her still in my scrubs

i didn't say anything because i know it was true