bare my soul

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

this body is home, my childhood is buried here, my sleep rises and sets inside, desire crested and wore itself thin between these bones— I live here.

The broken will always be able to love harder than most. Once you've been in the dark, you learn to appreciate everything that shines.

“I’ve always liked quiet people: You never know if they’re dancing in a daydream or if they’re carrying the weight of the world.”

“Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand.”

You cannot make everyone think and feel as deeply as you do. This is your tragedy … because you understand them, and they do not understand you.