Through the destruction, I found this clarity. This love and respect for the person I am.
The opposite of butterflies
is the hive, dead in your stomach.
Love someone breathlessly, recklessly, senselessly, until you don’t.
She’ll always feel so much even with so little.
Loving you is getting into bed after a long day at work.
You wouldn’t make me feel bad about it. You never do. You would be proud of me, and I know you would.
Failure is key, because it will lead you to where you need to be.
I talk and talk when I know my
tongue is beginning to fall out.
i cannot stand the brush of a hand in accidental touch i move and arch away from the contact of a stranger i am a shadow of evasion and a dervish of space and room the lines of my world…
I’m sorry that I keep saying sorry.