You will be enveloped in the chase until it becomes too exhausting to continue trying.
so you turned your hands into razor blades
and held me by my limbs at night
pretending you could save me
by cutting me open.
I took all the loveless love and sculpted twenty different lovers out of it.
I want to plant roots but I will do it gradually, I will do it for myself, and I will do it on my own terms.
You will remember adventure. The way I always talked about wanting to escape.
You are the house that is always burning
the one that I am always consumed by
You think it is love when he is protective.
I was involuntarily coerced into a culture very different from the one I was used to and forced to adapt to it, which made it really hard to stay immersed in my own.
It is easy to let ourselves believe that all of these letdowns are a reflection on us and the amount of effort we put into something, that somehow these trials of fire are just more reminders that all we do in the end is get burned.
One night you are two bodies shuffling around on the grass at midnight behind his house, and the next night he tells you he doesn’t see this going anywhere.