the woman after me will see my poem engraved in your head, and the scars i left on you from clawing my way out of your wrath. only then will she realize she is far gone.
-my best friend is copying my life but better
with my luck, i’m sure you’ve gotten everything you wanted. i’m sure the seas part at your will and the birds chirp when you order it. with my luck you’re happy.
i would much rather stay inside to do my skincare than go out and party all night. why does that make me a villain?
i wish happiness and i could get just 5 more minutes together.
happiness feels a million miles away and thousands of years in the past.
if i showed you all my dark, im afraid you’d never be able to see my light again.
i am only consumed with my sadness when i am alone. this week my schedule is filled to the brim to avoid mere minutes alone with my mind.
if i watch you build a life with another woman, i will blind myself.
my grief chases me. like a hunter and his very favorite prey. brutal, persistent, ruthless.