my hands dig into your thorns because i swear they look just like your flushed cheeks.
happy birthday baby. even though you’re on the other side of the world. even though you hate me. happy birthday baby.
i am angry all the time.
all that changed this year was my temper. i am now always terribly angry.
i love my brothers. it doesn’t matter that we come from different parents. they would give up anything to be there for me.
cold air hits my lungs and i finally feel alive again.
you see me and i can see the biggest smile plastered on your face just from my presence.
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.
i am not just a feminist, i am a supporter of people.
i came home with blood on my hands and you were terrified of what i’d done to someone. it never occurred to you that the blood on my hands was my own.