I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT I HATE IT
i would fight for centuries to get my old self back.
our eyes lock, and your breath hitches, and my mouth is a magnet pulling pulling pulling me to you.
i’m tied to your soul. and you’re tied to mine. i can see it in your eyes, when you speak to me. you look like a child again, but we happened at the wrong time.
sorrow is on my tongue. i wonder if you can taste it.
i feel this bone aching sadness. it lingers in my muscles and flows through my blood. if i knew bleeding would stop it, i would volunteer to bleed out.
i feel so terribly lost. and in that state i wrote only two sentences.
i am not just a feminist, i am a supporter of people.
i hate big houses. with their empty space. i only have sadness to fill it.