romantic bulimia pt.1

is it abusive if we're both really happy and only hurting ourselves?

To state a simple fact, I have felt butterflies before

yes

I have felt them so soft that I've doubled over in laughter and cried tears of joy

I have felt them so hard that I fell onto the ground, the wind was taken out of me as if I had just been punched

If you would like to ask me when it changed, when my butterflies became stinging bees and my tears of joy became dark bags filled with lost sleep

dont

Because I know the answer, I know when a meal became a choice and a kiss became a chore

I know when a smile was a daily occurrence and not an invisibility cloak 

I know all of these answers but I know it would take far too long to explain exactly when

The world now, is too obsessed with knowing when, 

When did you go there? When did it go wrong? When are you coming back? When are you going to grow up? 

They should call clocks and calenders, when

He never really asked me that question you know

He never asked me when but he often asked how or why?

It was fun

haha :)

Getting to explain my likes and dislikes in ways that I hadn't thought of

Telling him something 

flirting 

breathing in a microphone and forgetting that he could hear 

I don't remember exactly when I stopped forgetting and instead let him listen

when

It had to be around the same time my stomach was becoming a problem for me, around the time where he told me to pick out his way of death

Yeah, I remember that, who needs to pick out Christmas gifts when you can spend your holidays trying to stop the guy you love from dying?

fire, rope, blood

I told him calenders.