You don't want me to kiss you on the cheek because you are scared of germs. (Or, a once-a-week father deserves just this.)
No one swims here. What is buried, no one would want to hold – shredded skin, a bloated head. Still, there are creatures who feed on this.
I could learn all these (and more) and still not know you. / you're not the one I need to know.
"Going home means facing all my failures poured onto my shoulders by my father like a waterfall..."
having aheart gets in my way. so i rip it out every day. all i am is you, now.