i’ve finally figured out what makes my life meaningful. it’s the color of leaves right before they fall, the quiet bliss after a friend leaves, the cool rain falling on my skin as i dance, the warmth of the sun wrapping around my body, and the feeling when a plane just takes off and you feel weightless. these are the things that i live for between grief and love and acceptance.
for christmas i got a mind full of rage and a body labeled as a sex object. i guess i was worse this year than i thought.
you come back into my life like a lifeline every time i’m falling for someone new.
no one has ever told me how similar grief is to falling in love. a numbness so absolute i can’t tell if i’m at the highest high or the lowest low.
screaming must be your love language. because you love me but you scream at me every time i blink.
someone asked me today if i had ever been in love. i shook my head no because what we had can’t fit under one four letter word.
IM ALIVE. IM ALIVE SO TODAY I ACTED LIKE IT.