we have evolved to survive, no matter what even when surviving isn’t what we want standing on the edge of a bridge will always give you vertigo, even when your heart and your brain and your soul disagree on the next course of action

what i resent is not your need for space to breathe, it’s turning the air i exhale into smog it’s turning me into the bright blue tree frog you have evolved to avoid and acting like my skin secretes just as much toxin when all i feel from yours is oxytocin

i am not a predator i do not wish to tear your heart out with my teeth i want to tear mine out, and hand it to you, and know that you will treat it gently not feel it scald your hands and make you need to run off to rinse them under the sink until the water runs red with my blood

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