why do i look at you and see myself. your mind wraps around and there are ways of bending i may never quite know. but i saw her cry and i felt the aftershocks.
it’s never going to end, is it? each time i step into the shower i remember how i collapsed in the knowledge. i felt so deeply i thought there was a hole in my heart. it cracked me wide open, just as she promised it would. but when you are cracked open you are exposed and the key word is OPEN. eighteen months and each day i am more of me.
when i was young i… oh really, who gives a shit.