negativity.

i want unhealthy, unbalanced, and unsafe. i want to become involved in the most unhealthy relationship; a violent, bittersweet mess. i want us to do things that i only hold significant to a certain vain point, because we are only significant to a certain vain point, to linger, fight, fuck, lay, and repeat, and do everything to become the embodiment of hollow. i want you to feel love, and i will feel nothing as i smoke my cigarette and stare at the ceiling. when you are lonely, i will feed you temporary illusions that will fade when you wake. i will birth sadness and you will give it a home, and abandon it and take it back in again. we will be broken incarnate. i want us to be uncertain of everything, but always knowing that we aren't together in the romantic sense; we're together in the way that i don't give a fuck anymore, and you don't know any better, and we've become entangled in an insincere clutter.

we want to destroy ourselves, and this is how we've chosen to do it, like it or not.

i want to fucking destroy you.