i only write to distract my self from my own self-destructive behavior.
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’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.
i’ll pray to every god, wish on every star, and do all the right things for you to live through the night.
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.
we’re tied together eternally by a single day. happy birthday baby. happy birthday to me.
happy birthday baby. even though you’re on the other side of the world. even though you hate me. happy birthday baby.
when i can’t sleep at night, it is your memory playing in my head that keeps me awake.
i was a precocious child. it’s a curse.
we were so close yet so so far. like december and january are.