desire is such an ugly thing. pure want disguised in wandering fingertips, fingers laced in hair, and glazed over eyes.
peace is white like my dress. i just wish my dress didn’t have those horrific blood stains.
someone asked me today what made me feel the most alive. and through tears i told them it was you.
i find space to heal in the margins, in quiet afternoons, and in hugs from people i love.
pick what you want. i don’t even care if it’s me. please just choose. you know the back and forth is breaking me.
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.
so far this year, the only thing i’ve been is a disservice to the people around me. most days i’m too selfish to get out of bed.
i wish happiness and i could get just 5 more minutes together.
cold air hits my lungs and i finally feel alive again.
today i watched a video from my ring camera of you smashing my potted plants. the ones you gave me.
i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.