“mom i don’t know what to do.”
“honey your mom isn’t here anymore, now put the rose on her casket.”
death’s hand fits so perfectly in my palm. no wonder my mind is attacking me.
happiness is running away from me. and i am letting it happen.
they can keep their guys, because him. he’s mine.
hey wouldn’t it be cool if we were codependent on each other and you needed me just as much as i need you.
someone asked me today if i had ever been in love. i shook my head no because what we had can’t fit under one four letter word.
i pine from a distance for once.
when you come home and hold me, my anger and rage is soothed, and i am not a mad woman, but i am your happy wife.
i am always short on words when i feel immensely.