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 there is one thing on this earth i can depend upon. it is my uncle, who loves me more than i love my own flesh and bones.
you’ve ruined my life. i will say i love you until i am hoarse. i will kiss you until my lips are raw. i will cry for you until i cry a river. i will hold you until my arms can no longer hold themselves up. i will miss you until the sun sinks into the sky for the final time.
i was not given everything i asked for as a child. and that made me a good person as an adult.
i wish you were laconic. you aren’t. you just don’t care.
i hope you find your soulmate in this lifetime. my knees are bruised from praying that it’s me.
i wonder if you know that i could talk to you for hours about the most meaningless things, and it would still be the experience of a lifetime.
people tell me i will survive. that i won’t be able to remember this one day. that i will get over it. and maybe i will. but i will not forget. my blood, and my bones, and my cells, and my sprint won’t let me. they will never let me recover from you.
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.
i am here. just that. that all i am now.