we broke up but i am okay. i was methodical and i said what i wanted to, and knew what was happening anyway and aware the whole time. i only cried because i don't know how to emote and it was difficult to do so, but i did it. i genuinely am okay, i just don't feel the need to talk about it.
interested in a handwritten copy (or two, orthreeorfouror- ok) of my writing? note me! i am selling them because i am broke and would like pity taken on my tortured soul as i struggle with recovery and ongoing treatment (hence no job...or school)! even just an inquiry would be lovely :]
Things I'll tell you when you're older (4).There is never a wrong
time to love someone,
but sometimes there will be
the wrong someone who
will love you the
word to my former self and my former friendsit got old. seein'
you all sad because other
people are happy.
pineappleyou are my sometimes moon and my otherwise space.
you are the halfway point between breaking and down.
i don't know if i like this. i don't know if that is besides the point.
we carried all the pineapples though--back towards the
house where we all were living then when living had
a point. i never tasted a fruit so sharp, you told me
cradling yours like a broken toy plane we crashed
when the sun was still good.
i guess it is the place where everyone turns
so halfway down the runway i dig a place
between the stairs and door, another kind of
moving where the edges aren't the only thing we
look for even though they always are
Table for two.The car-crash-crush
of my heartcage fell out onto
bitter blood and
love between the
"I still love you,"
you said, rinsing out the tablecloth,
"car crash heart and all."
Things I'll tell you when you're older (6).In the end,
you're all you have.