Remembering is easy. It's the forgetting that's hard

Do you want to know what hurts the most? The seconds in the morning, where you've just woken up, before your eyes are really open. For those mere precious seconds, you forget the reasons why you're unhappy, the reasons you're so broken.. Then it hits you again, like a stab to the heart, and you remember all the reasons you didn't want to wake up. Yeah, that hurts.

Impatiently Waiting

Scratching at the windows and the door, the world could not wait to kill us. They got in so slowly, with distractions and memos, with forgotten dinners and missed calls. NO. The world could not wait to kill us. And I clutched you close, and I swear: I wished on every wish that neither of us would fall. BUT, NO. The world could not wait to kill us. And we died.

I never change, I simply become more myself.

A Ship Made Of Broken Parts Can Still Go Anywhere.. You only fix the things you feel deserve to be fixed. As if you're a special kind of person, A person who doesn't deserve to sort their own life out because of who you are. Like your brokenness is a symptom of being you. "I can let that wait, I don't need to do this, because I don't deserve to have it done. My life is always only ever incomplete." And yet No one deserves The full benefit Of being you More than you

(I wrote this for you)