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.
so far this year, the only thing i’ve been is a disservice to the people around me. most days i’m too selfish to get out of bed.
to have gone through all of this, and to be as soft as i am, is truly a tragic delicacy. but still people perceive me as naive. i suppose they are no longer supportive of kindness.
heaven is over now. the party got shut down. the amphitheater is empty. the bars deserted. usually so full of life but now; deathly silent. but they’re waiting.
i wonder what 10 year old me would do if i told her that her best friend is actually the love of her life.
if i watch you build a life with another woman, i will blind myself.
everything is green again. like the earth is taking its first deep breath since the winter.
i love my brothers. it doesn’t matter that we come from different parents. they would give up anything to be there for me.
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.
i wish that when i saw you for the first time, i would’ve run as fast as i could.