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We needed mountains, oceans, fucking worlds between us.
I wanted to break him, and then piece his fractured parts back together again.
I needed to choke on my breaths, and die a thousand deaths in his arms, at his hands.
We were hungry for each other, our need unquenchable.
“One day, you’ll grow tired of being broken. You’ll rightfully give up on holding yourself accountable for the worst thing that ever happened to you. And I’ll be there to pick you up,”
Your wounds are too deep for my love to reach. Too deep for my love to heal.
Not even a fire burning through the building, scorching and tumbling the walls, burying us in its wreckage could’ve stopped the unbreakable reconnection we were forging.
