40,000 feet above the ground and, still, I was engulfed by him.
I hope you let go of trying to control everything.
There’s another world where I don’t feel like this. Where my heart fits into my chest right and I’m not terrified of anything that makes it feel alive. But I live in a world where I stopped being able to tell the difference between heartbeat and heartache.
I wish I knew what you were saying. I wish I knew what you were thinking.
Am I dreaming?
Cigarette smoke. That nicotine-stained thumb. Your second-hand mouth.
It may have been his hands tying the knot behind my head, but I put on the blindfold myself.
the answer is the same.
I can’t figure out which hurt more: loving you or missing you.
How do you explain something to someone else that you don’t fully understand yourself?