bone

by Yrsa Daley-Ward

Some books are bound tightly for years for reasons. Some books are burned for their own good, Love.

Loving someone who hates themselves is a special kind of violence. A fight inside the bones. A war within the blood.

there is that feeling you get when you catch up with yourself.

I keep getting the feeling that if you look at me for long enough you may see that I have a thousand fears

See, they never held you back. It was you, only you.

you’re never exactly the same, twice.

not the end of the world, but almost

said, No hard feelings bright, hard world but maybe just maybe you are not for me.

Self-expression is a tricky thing. Just as you start to feel comfortable with yourself after years of not, you then have to justify yourself to other people.

all I’ve known how to do so far is leave

all I’ve known how to do so far is run

If they ask you how you are don’t say stolen. Don’t say forgotten, passed over, ignored.