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.
for once, my mind is quiet.
peace is white like my dress. i just wish my dress didn’t have those horrific blood stains.
you come back into my life like a lifeline every time i’m falling for someone new.
believe it or not, i am still very much in love with you.
screaming must be your love language. because you love me but you scream at me every time i blink.
i am argumentative. i am opinionated. that does not make me loud.
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.