• panzywrites 11w

    Your words are so carefully chosen to hurt.
    And like an old trained dog, I turn to embrace your venom and wear it like a tattered, yet comfortable shirt.

    But that’s how it always was, and what will always be between us.
    You the dagger, me the bullseye. An act that goes on and on in a circle so boundless.

    - Priscilla -