i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.
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.
his smile is so perfect. crooked and smug, but perfect for him.
i would rather bite off my own fingers, rip all my tendons, or claw out my insides than stay here in the prison you’ve forced me to.
may is here and i swear yesterday was only january 7th.
it is now december, and i have been feeling this way since july. that i am an impostor in my own life.
our eyes lock, and your breath hitches, and my mouth is a magnet pulling pulling pulling me to you.