Yes, I was infatuated with you; I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my minds, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
at this time last year
i was a mess and i feel
like a mess again
Don’t you just love those moments when your parents make you feel sooo suicidal? Yeah, me too.
Sometimes I wish I had a social life, but then I remember… I don’t like people, not even myself, especially myself.
Listen to me, you can’t fix people.
Your love won’t make him stop hating his father
and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.
All you can do is be there, violets sprouting out
from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own
wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there
and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s everything.