if you hurt me, i’ll walk away as easy as i walked in.
i hate big houses. with their empty space. i only have sadness to fill it.
i look forward to the darkness and the quiet. even though i am scared of it, that is the only time i feel something.
”how did you fall in love with him?”
“a hundred days of longing.”
you’ve ruined my life. i will say i love you until i am hoarse. i will kiss you until my lips are raw. i will cry for you until i cry a river. i will hold you until my arms can no longer hold themselves up. i will miss you until the sun sinks into the sky for the final time.
if the hunger games were real, i would’ve eaten those berries without you. i would’ve let you win.
i feel you in the sun shining down on my shoulders. in the breeze in my hair. in the tears on my cheeks. in the iron in my blood. in the taste on my tongue. in the scratch on my left shoulder. in bit marks down my neck. in your initial hanging from a chain around my neck.
two years ago i worshipped the man i thought you were. thank god i am off my knees now.
i’ll pray to little orange bottles or stuffy waiting rooms if it meant you would just get better.
you touch me just right and change my definition of holy.