She was always there for me.
This little voice that penetrated every depth in my soul as if she knew exactly what I wanted to do next.
Let me tell you a story about life
In this journey that we all walk along on—
We tend to put on five different masks.
My skin crawled with the scent that you devoured me in.
You liked to haunt me. You liked to show me that I wouldn’t move on without the memory embedded in the back of my head.