Hiraeth

You're the type of person I'd feed to the wolves or might even drink your blood with them to save my life and I wouldn't feel an ounce of...

I fed you love. Not only from a silver platter but from my heart, my soul, my blood, my bones. And you still spit it out? What kind of...

The thing that kept me in love was hope. The reason I endured your knife of ignorance to my throat, with no protection was hope. How I...