aesthetically broken

“…death doesn’t scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort. Because to tell the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape.”

“I miss you”, he said.

“Me too.” She whispered.

“You miss me?”

“No, I miss the me that came before you. The me that wasn’t so broken. The me that cried less and laughed more. The me you didn’t destroy”

“Cause my monsters are real, and they’re trained how to kill. And there’s no comin’ back, and they just laugh at how I feel. And these monsters can fight, and they’ll never say die. And there’s no goin back, if I get trapped I’ll never heal. Yeah, my monsters are real”

“If I died in your arms, that’s right where I’m supposed to be. You know I’m not afraid as long as your next to me. So tell me, will you hold me when the curtains close? If I died in your arms, that’s right where I’m supposed to be.”

“But the absence of him is everywhere I look. It’s like a huge hole has been punched through my chest. But in a way I’m glad…the pain is my only reminder that he was real…”