you see me and i can see the biggest smile plastered on your face just from my presence.
i can feel it in the way your lips meet mine. your love for me is waning.
when i see you now you look very bit like the man i knew years ago except for your eyes. your eyes carry a millennia of pain, passion, and everything in between.
though i am a young, privileged white woman, with nothing to complain of, sobs rack my body for years on end. my picket fence and shaggy dog can’t save me from this ugly world.
no matter how high i jump, how fast i run, how many cities i pass through, how many dollars i spend; i will always end up staring right back at you.
if the hunger games were real, i would’ve eaten those berries without you. i would’ve let you win.
the worst sadness i’ve ever felt was grieving you while you were still very much alive.