i hope you find your soulmate in this lifetime. my knees are bruised from praying that it’s me.
i can see you falling away from the man i know.
”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”
no one has ever told me how similar grief is to falling in love. a numbness so absolute i can’t tell if i’m at the highest high or the lowest low.
i am here. just that. that all i am now.
i feel so loved for a mere second, then it is ripped away by fake niceties. i only wish that the prophecy could be rewritten so that a single soul is obsessed with mine.
i rip open my stitches each time you stumble back into my life. even though i know i will cry tonight as i stitch them up after you leave.
i do wish i could find even a small flicker of the blazing fire that was once in me, but it has been doused in water repeatedly.
i look forward to the darkness and the quiet. even though i am scared of it, that is the only time i feel something.
i was a precocious child. it’s a curse.