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you are more alive than ever but i have been trying to kill the idea of you.
if they love you then you won’t have to die a little each time you try to find proof.
the rose thorns convince me that it’s safer to be alone than to be a burden to someone’s good intentions every night i walk my lonely home and before bed i pray that maybe i won’t always be a catastrophe that maybe i will fall asleep to two heartbeats eventually
i don’t know what it’s like to be called beautiful but i know how to say it to myself and mean it
what are you hopeful for?
you are allowed to mourn their absence without wishing for their return
white dress most nights i am dressed as the moon, half empty half full, but some nights i am all whole, complete, bright enough to blind those who thought less of me, big enough to keep the sun in hiding
being kind to myself was a forgotten art, learned to drag my yesterdays by the wrist, such a heavy reminder not of where i once was but where i am still going
on track i have to trust this universe has some sort of plan for me, that all these misguided moments are supposed to put me on the right track for the right things. that this ferris wheel of hope will one day bring me up to see the view of something i never even thought existed at all.
clap when the plane lands for the cliché of being alive
how the scars healed i hide behind books and the fear of being known again, having to repeat my favorite things, show you the wounds just to explain why my hands look the way they do, why i kiss with hesitation, why i tell you to take it slow, and why i close my eyes when we pass by certain streets
