You kiss me and every nerve inside my body braces itself.
I am so very tired of being soft for you.
All I can think about is you. Your kiss. How when you press your lips against mine I can tell you’re different.
it was either acknowledging we were living in hell and calling it home, pretending nothing was out of ordinary in that relationship we called a residence, or trading in the heat in houston for that of new orleans.
New books. Sometimes I think I’ll never stop being numb, but I read something new and it makes me think that maybe I’m wrong.
The cities. The places. Everywhere you’ve always wanted to go to leave behind a tiny part of yourself. Everywhere you’ve always wanted to visit and leave carrying a part of it with you.
You hate him almost as much as you love him, and you hate yourself a little for feeling both things.
I keep a lot to myself. Some profound, some insignificant.
There’s something about feeling dirty that comes close to feeling holy.
maybe we never would have had a chance of making it. maybe two scorpios can’t make a right.