i know biochemistry, but i never expect to ever know you.
You don’t fucking know me.
And it’s my fault.
How dare we, she thought. How dare we even suggest we know something so divine. Something someone probably doesn’t even know about themselves. How dare we.
If you took the summation of all the meaningless shit I said, would that be the algorithm for you to know me. Simple integration will give you the solution to my soul, of course. To know my thoughts. My actions. Could you predict my next move.
Queen to E4. Check.
I checked you out like a library book and read you cover to cover. I know you now. Fuck you.
Of course, this is all my fault.
