Only those who stay Dead shall remember Death.

Recently, I (Lana) discovered that when rearranged, the letters in my name spell torn loyal tea. I think it's cool and rather telling. Ever since, I've grown slightly convinced that much of my life consists of a tragic array of conflicted interests.

That said, I should warn you I'm one of those hopeless wrecks trying to quench an insatiable boredom. However, this isn't the means, it's simply the outlet.

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little candles lit
I wipe your eyes
and remind you
you’re melting.

(I have)
(just look, I have)

fire—

(at your lowest)

Who can afford the flame
when they’re burning?
—what’s trust to shame?

two arms to the throat
but you can’t sustain:

(loved you)

all heat
yet darkness,
you are:

a candle.

I’ve loved you at your lowest
and you’ve loathed me at my zenith.

but dear, you’re out of oxygen.
You know I’m not your phoenix.

(4 weeks ago)