i read somewhere, that there is a day in the year that is always a catalyst. a day where you hit rock bottom for years on end. mine is november 9th.
his smile is so perfect. crooked and smug, but perfect for him.
march’s last day feels far too unsettling. like the end of an era. the end of you.
years. years have been taken off of my life today. the fear invoked in me shall linger for the rest of my days.
for the first time i am completely fine in my own.
peace seems so far away now. like it didn’t happen this lifetime but a thousand years ago.
even if we go down in the biggest flames the world has ever seen, i won’t for a second regret stoking the fire.
you touch me just right and change my definition of holy.
if i watch you build a life with another woman, i will blind myself.