i know that you love me. it’s palpable.
i can’t shake this feeling that i will walk by the love of my life oblivious. that i will never be able to know him.
i love my found family with every fiber of my being. they know the hues and textures of my soul, just as i know their’s.
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 watch as the tall, mighty flame that i once was drowns in your cruel, unforgiving flood. and you enjoy watching all my glory turn to nothing but blackened scars.
my life is tied to your in the strongest of knots. no terrors could unravel us. you are too tangled into the depth of my soul.
i believe i was a brilliant poet lifetimes ago. but now the words fall from my lips all wrong.
i feel new. and fresh. and pure. and god it feels fleeting.
i only feel love from my older friends. only they know how to handle the deep sadness that comes along with me.
”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”