| I took this post down. It said I would not carry his death. I took it down because I didn't want to put that on him. I'm putting it back because I don't want to carry that, but it's also not in my hands. It's in his. I am stable. I am steady. I am not a child. He does not need to stay alive because he owes it to me. He owes that to himself. Only he can believe that he himself, no matter what, is worth his own life. Life after life. Life is hard, and Death is tricky like a lady's man who will say anything it takes to seduce, and you only need to give in once whereas living is over and over and over. And let's face it, my man likes to be seduced. It's part of his charm 💞. But as he has resisted all of my attempts to seduce him, good - if I can't do it, then Death, who's far less sexy than I no matter how you picture Him, can fuck off. |
