You Look At Me And I Feel The Sun Tracing My Lips. You’re Selfless And Kind. Everything You Say Holds

Mother, the growing pains are unbearable. Give me the past 5 years back. Let me feel the sand on my feet again. Let me crawl into your arms and sink into your skin. When will the sound of my own name be familiar again? When will I be a kid again?

I want you to hold me together while I tear myself apart

My love is faithful. If I love you now, I’ll love you forever.

I love growing up with my friends; I looked at a good friend this morning and realized how much she’s grown since we met. I guess I’ve grown too.

Itching to be understood, but craving to runaway without a trace

If the chaos of my life ever settles down, I want a nice house with a big yard, a dog and maybe a few cats. I want to wake up and spend the morning roaming the kitchen in my underwear. I want to spend my days writing and maybe pick up some new hobbies.

I want to fall asleep next to you every night and fall in love with the thought of being alive.

I wish I had a stronger connection with my mother.

She knows nothing about me, and the more I dwell on it, the more I realize I know nothing about her either.

Craving intimacy.

Kisses on foreheads, gentle touches, sweet words, to be treated like I’m fragile even though I’ve built my walls out of stone. For someone to kiss me anywhere but my mouth. My mouth is dirty, filled with blood and strangers spit, spewing filthy, clumsy words. Treat me like I’m brand new, never been used, not dirty.

It hurts but the pain reminds me I’m alive!!! What is the point of life if you’re not loving and growing!!! I feel so alive and it’s so beautiful!!!

I love you like my heart beat, constantly and consistently. (And it will kill me if it stops)