burning fingertips.

your attempt at reassurance only reassured me that you do not understand the way i had wished you would. the things that comforted me now make me realize how stupid i was.
only able to support myself on those toothy recognitions, now that you are all toothless i see the demon that was hiding.

your heart makes me smile but your words make my cry.
i really do truly hate crying.


i am very behind on my summer reading. in the wee hours of the morning i know this year is going to be even longer than i had dreaded. sunday oh holy day.