So this is for the people who never left even If they got the chance.
People are very stubborn and will only choose to see you from their own perspective. They won’t choose to see how you want to be seen.
I didn’t have an answer – I think I was afraid to give any kind of an answer.
She stayed, she listened, she accepted. She loved me when I did not know how to love myself.
I mourn the body in the pictures inside the frames on my dresser from seven years ago. From nine. From ten. From twelve. From thirteen.
Through the years I’ve asked questions, I’ve raised my voice, I’ve demanded answers.
It is as though my heart has just settled next to a crackling fire.
It was you and me against the world—my enemies were yours, and yours mine. And when our enemies became one another, I’m not sure either of us knew what to do.