they can keep their guys, because him. he’s mine.
i am angry all the time.
one day i will have flowers waiting for me when i get home, and glances at dinner with his family, and good sex, and actually laugh at what he says, and i will trust him completely, and i will truly love him.
his smile is so perfect. crooked and smug, but perfect for him.
i yell at my mother with her same ruthlessness and out-argue my father with his same logic.
may is here and i swear yesterday was only january 7th.
people tell me i will survive. that i won’t be able to remember this one day. that i will get over it. and maybe i will. but i will not forget. my blood, and my bones, and my cells, and my sprint won’t let me. they will never let me recover from you.
i wish that when i saw you for the first time, i would’ve run as fast as i could.
the most tragic moment of my life, was realizing my own Cassandra complex. realizing no matter how many times i told people it wouldn’t work out, they wouldn’t believe me.
i know that you’re not wasting time stuck in an endless cycle. i know you clawed your way out.
”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”