I think about love, imperfectly blooming, shedding its skin and playing no games.
So that’s the first thing; do not expect your life or your journey or your story to go according to a plan in your head.
Breaking away from a, what’s the medical term they use? Sociopath.
I was in so much pain that I physically recoiled, but it didn’t matter.
Boys are fragile. And you aren’t any different.
Loneliness and aloneness aren’t the same thing but they are birthed from the same imperfect parents.
The day goes by in a blur sometimes.
And now, months after my crash, scribbles and open broken pieces of memories still laying around, I am able to feel a little bit less for you everyday. Finally.
That is me getting up.
I give in to you.