fake. your smile. your pinky promises. everything you say. everything that has ever been said. you are the parasite. i am the naive host. how can i live day in and day out knowing that we are a planned scenario . who am i as a person to continue this facade, just fueling your pathetic fire. these are not questions for me, but rather they are statements that are drilled deep into my thoughts and permanently branded onto the pathways of my veins. you
cut
me
open.
i supplied the knife.
