in march, time goes at a steady pace, but tomorrow it will be october and i will have not spoken to you since february and i will forget that i have ever spoken to you.
my heart mourns you for weeks. my brain takes care of my body while my hearts barely beats on.
“aliza, i’m in love with you”
“oh you poor, poor boy”
i wish this momentary calm could find the courage to last for the entirety of my life. but the war in my brain scares it away.
the rage in me has made my humanity scarce. i will not be quiet about it.
believe it or not, i am still very much in love with you.
i’ve only ever seen a man as temporary. but with you, i can see my entire life fall perfectly into place.
i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.