filling in the blanks

"i'd rather be lonely, i'd rather..."

nobody helps a liar

i can't tell stories. i'm sorry.

because i can't remember why i hated you

i guess i've godlessly forgiven you.

muscle memory for love

another angry chick, stuck in neutral.

and i will rise up with fists

within these hands lies a power.

satisfying my destructive appetite

this is not how to survive.

being lonely is a habit

i'm not allowed to want this.