”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”
i’m so afraid of becoming everything i’m running from.
i am only consumed with my sadness when i am alone. this week my schedule is filled to the brim to avoid mere minutes alone with my mind.
i will close your door but i refuse to lock it.
i have this terrible longing hiding inside my chest.
i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy. i am not crazy.
you touch me just right and change my definition of holy.
i feel you in the sun shining down on my shoulders. in the breeze in my hair. in the tears on my cheeks. in the iron in my blood. in the taste on my tongue. in the scratch on my left shoulder. in bit marks down my neck. in your initial hanging from a chain around my neck.
we’re tied together eternally by a single day. happy birthday baby. happy birthday to me.
you at mine. and if the sun sets for the last time today, i will be happy knowing you are mine.