I inflate my mistakes, and this one’s a fucking zeppelin. I came on a little strong, but if I did, I did ‘cause you did too. But it’ll work out in time, they say - that’s some stupid shit. Like some good things I believe in a year that it’s really less than great. Yeah, it’s exhausting as hell. My playlist isn’t long enough to last me tonight. I’m sweating again. And it’s not ok to want you in this way. What did I want it to be? I forget anymore. And that vestigial growth has a shape that scares my friends and me. I think I wanna give it up but it almost feels like a friend. A heart’s still a heart even if it ain’t pumping the right way. It’s a thing. People say to shut up. Indulgence exists for a reason, like all things. Like this love. Desire causes suffering, I know. And it’s not ok to want you in this way.