these are little things i find beautiful.
these aren't mine unless i specifically credit myself.
my life is a series of debatable decisions.
but it's all worked out okay so far
Tell me what it’s like,
to forget someone you’ve loved.
Every time I try,
I just remember better…
as if forgetting is
another way to undress you,
another way to lay you down
and lose myself in you.
We talked and talked and talked. I asked her if she believed in love, and she smiled and said it was her most elaborate method of self-harm.
There are times when I doubt everything. When I regret everything you’ve taken from me, everything I’ve given you, and the waste of all the time I’ve spent on us.