i have nothing to say anymore.
i miss you like orpheus misses eurydice.
you at mine. and if the sun sets for the last time today, i will be happy knowing you are mine.
all my ghosts laugh at how i live my life now. and it doesn’t bother me even the slightest bit.
i will continue screaming at the sky until it can match the rage coursing through my veins.
i will close your door but i refuse to lock it.
”your hair gets curly when are in love aliza, and i know those curls weren’t there before”
i’m losing myself. can’t you tell?
i feel safe and soft in your arms.
i didn’t think the depth of my pain was visible from the outside until my mother told me she hated my sad eyes. that my eyes were always so joyful and now they appear as small voids to something darker.
if i watch you build a life with another woman, i will blind myself.