Sometimes I find it hard to remember you in a bad light.

You're like a broken pulse, in a way.
You're there, then you're not. And it's really concerning.
But I need you to live.

My angel, my angel. I can only hope and dream to be with you again. It's odd. U helped me so much when I was sick but wouldn't let me help you.

But now it is my turn. I will help you. I hope you can forgive me,

Sometimes I think about how you left. You didn't even say a word. Nobody knew. Nobody knew but me. That you, had gone. And your body, had become God. Your perfect body. I was honestly glad you never went on any hormones. I'm glad you left that body. I admire your new one, much like I admire the old one. Your mother is beautiful. You wouldn't mind if I tried to fuck her too, would you?...

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