as the dust settles, all i see is a mutilated version of who i used to be.
pick what you want. i don’t even care if it’s me. please just choose. you know the back and forth is breaking me.
he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not.
i love my found family with every fiber of my being. they know the hues and textures of my soul, just as i know their’s.
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.
another valentine’s day without you is another year of melancholy.
“aliza, i’m in love with you”
“oh you poor, poor boy”
my brothers are the only people on the planet i would dare to call mine.