Still Beating

by Jennifer Hartmann

Look at me, Cora. Focus on me. Nothing else is real. It’s only me and you. I sink underwater

“You don’t feel like my enemy anymore,”

She feels like home.

It was only three weeks, but it’s burned into every cell, every vein, every tainted pocket of my soul. Forever. And so is she.

Still Beating.

Omg sniff sniff

someone who sees the scariest, darkest parts of you and loves the shit out of you anyway. Someone who presses your buttons, gets under your skin, makes you crazy in all the best ways. Someone who makes you feel so alive, you can’t imagine going back to the shell of a human you were before you met them. Someone who sees you, really sees you, stripped down and raw, and wants to collect all your broken pieces and cherish them like they are something beautiful.”