i didn’t think the depth of my pain was visible from the outside until my mother told me she hated my sad eyes. that my eyes were always so joyful and now they appear as small voids to something darker.
screaming must be your love language. because you love me but you scream at me every time i blink.
the rage in me has made my humanity scarce. i will not be quiet about it.
i feel so terribly lost. and in that state i wrote only two sentences.
i am only consumed with my sadness when i am alone. this week my schedule is filled to the brim to avoid mere minutes alone with my mind.
no matter how high i jump, how fast i run, how many cities i pass through, how many dollars i spend; i will always end up staring right back at you.
you at mine. and if the sun sets for the last time today, i will be happy knowing you are mine.