it feels like i’ve lived three and a half lives since yesterday.
i feel this bone aching sadness. it lingers in my muscles and flows through my blood. if i knew bleeding would stop it, i would volunteer to bleed out.
from the moment i met you, i knew that you would change my life. to explain the love and the pain and the grief we’ve gone through would take years.
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.
i rip open my stitches each time you stumble back into my life. even though i know i will cry tonight as i stitch them up after you leave.
i wish this momentary calm could find the courage to last for the entirety of my life. but the war in my brain scares it away.
i feel new. and fresh. and pure. and god it feels fleeting.
i only write to distract my self from my own self-destructive behavior.
in march, time goes at a steady pace, but tomorrow it will be october and i will have not spoken to you since february and i will forget that i have ever spoken to you.