i tried. i tried so hard, i fought so hard for hours upon hours and days but i just can’t do it. i said i was ready, you said i was ready, you said you’d still love me without the little purples and pinks for everyday consumption. and yet i can see it fading as i complain about my abnormal leg size and the way you’ve looked at me ever since ‘that’. and your scabbing knuckles and my throbbing tonsils are too weak for this. not right now. i can’t do it right now. we were once floating, once shimmering, glittering. an everlasting thought imprinted upon my skin like what i once said was a scar. but now we’re just echoes and you’re a ghost and i’m a ghost and this ghost that we’ve formed needs to hide. and we were wrong.