bara blenny

I want to be the gardener for you to blossom

You are emptiness, the ultimate substance

“… so, can I be your boyfriend for this weekend?”

When those kind of words have lost their magick & doesn’t really matter anymore, Oh how I longed for them to be true But you were always too good at projecting your broken past onto your present moment, confusing what you had been through with what actually was going on, and also with what could have been unfolding and then, you gave up on us and so, I have to give up as well It is the hardest thing, because I never learnt how to give up on love You forced me to do so much I never wanted I wish I knew how to let go, for real

I’m stitching up my heart space now — again

Everywhere I go I am reminded of you

There are parts of you that never became that still are coming out of me

Thank you for showing me your true face, so I didn’t have to waste more of me on you