“Stay with me!” I’ve spent my entire life pushing that night down, locking it in a box so it didn’t destroy me, but the way her dark locks are resting against her porcelain cheeks, the freckles splattered against her soft face, cut out from clouds, sculpted by angels. I miss those damn eyes. I need her to wake up and fucking LOOK AT ME. I need her to fucking see me. See me for what I am. What she is doing to me and punish her deeply for it.
