It's worse because a stranger might hurt you. Maybe no one would care if you were wandering down the street

And yeah, I care about you. A lot

I know it's not me, love. And I think the hideous in you would like the hideous in me as much as you like me

Maybe we should let them get acquainted?

mmh… i’m afraid i wouldn’t expect otherwise, it’s just me out there, but it’s heartwarming, knowing you fear for me

fuck, sometimes i hate just how easy it is for you to pry things out of me

I think it's deeper than fear. My stomach churns at the thought of anyone hurting you

I don't ever mean to pry, but maybe there's a reason you find it easy to talk to me

Maybe our souls already know each other, so it feels less daunting

i’m so sorry, you deserve so much

everything about you makes my stomach turn, you’re leaving stains all over me, and it’s scary, because i feel like all that i leave is disgusting

why else would i always be left behind, or end up being used, i just fear there is nothing to love

Maybe, but all I need is to know you're safe

I don't think that's true. I think you're a drop of dew in the ocean of slop I am, and every time you come back, I'm a little less tainted

I think you're beautiful and you get hurt because ugly people don't know how to take beautiful things without destroying them