We are wasting away in Wuthering Heights,
I say so many cruel things when you can’t hear,
because I’m horrid,
and this love is torrid,
tempestuous,
but the kind I can’t live without.
I say that one day, I’ll learn to live in peace,
never wondering where you go,
never living my days in a nightmare,
never letting my scars spread from my rehabilitated heart, throughout my body.
I ought to know that someday it will happen,
just not today.
I know that I’m capable of calming the fuck down,
I just don’t have the capacity for it right now.