The Queen

I miss..

A G.
Right now my chest feels exploding into thousands of pieces.
The absence is killing me.
The wound. Is not being tended to.
I talk of you. And scathe my wounds.
It's not a physical wound. Where vitamin k and iron would work to heal it. I need words. I don't know how these are mended.
I still didn't land myself any means of earning, so that i could start my therapy.

*His IG handle

If you'd, and you won't. Because it's not in human. It's in what they offer. And you are a menace to my existence. And vice versa.

I wait to collect your musk, if not to live with your ardent personality.