iashuna

I am a system of thinly veiled jealousies, where it is me who wants you to sit near, me who wants you to talk, me who wants to share life&everything, and cliched but earnest heartbreak. - A story everyone knows, but solely mine to live out. Ache is laced in movement, in stasis, in sleep; bloodshot projections face me in the mirror- eyes weak, face blotchy. Exhaustion drips off my body, and 5am cold showers do nothing, nothing. Nothing. Flaring anger, jarring need, and an incessant craving for emotional connection leave me unreachable. Unfathomable. Unstable. I remember all of those times I went to bed crying, how they were legiti