the higher i rise above it, the more my cynics sharpen their knives.
i do believe it would have been easier to have you ripped from me. because you’re still here, but i’m watching you undo the threads at a snails pace.
just because you are not mine, doesn’t mean i can’t wish you were.
this summer’s haze feels like lifetimes ago. i was happy and tanned, eating raspberries by the river with my friends. i want her back.
you’re a melody
that is ingrained in
my head
but i cant quite remember
how the last part goes
you touch me just right and change my definition of holy.
two years ago i worshipped the man i thought you were. thank god i am off my knees now.
i only feel love from my older friends. only they know how to handle the deep sadness that comes along with me.