i know this story better than you think you do.
I woke up today in a world where you’re no longer even a text away.
I am tempted by things I know can only end badly.
Aries: You must learn to pick your own battles. Not every disagreement calls for World War III.
I would have asked you to hold me just for a little while.
December has been gnawing into my bones all month long. By New Year’s Eve I feel like I could die.
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.
I wanted to blame it on the sex. I wanted to blame it on the drug. But part of me knew I had just unlocked a thought and a feeling I wouldn’t soon shut.
Does he know last night you fell asleep imagining your hair could strangle him?
Sometimes it feels like that’s all I am.