sad, beautiful, tragic.

All I did was love you, and all you did was ruin me.

And kid, you’ve got to love yourself. You’ve got wake up at four in the morning, brew black coffee, and stare at the birds drowning in the darkness of the dawn. You’ve got to sit next to the man at the train station who’s reading your favorite book and start a conversation. You’ve got to come home after a bad day and burn your skin from a shower. Then you’ve got to wash all your sheets until they smell of lemon detergent you bought for four dollars at the local grocery store. You’ve got to stop taking everything so goddam personally. You are not the moon kissing the black sky. You’ve got to compliment someones crooked brows at an art fair and tell them that their eyes remind you of green swimming pools in mid July. You’ve got to stop letting yourself get upset about things that won’t matter in two years. Sleep in on Saturday mornings and wake yourself up early on Sunday. You’ve got to stop worrying about what you’re going to tell her when she finds out. You’ve got to stop over thinking why he stopped caring about you over six months ago. You’ve got to stop asking everyone for their opinions. Fuck it. Love yourself, kiddo. You’ve got to love yourself.

1. If you don’t like the way he kisses you, you won’t like the way he fucks you. Get up and leave. 2. If he won’t go down on you, but expects you to go down on him, laugh. Get up and leave. 3. If you don’t want to do something and he doesn’t respect that, slap him round the face. Get up and leave. 4. If he isn’t okay with the imperfections on your skin, if he says they turn him off, get up and leave. 5. If you don’t want to shave your legs and he thinks that’s disgusting and refuses to touch them, get up and leave. 6. If he doesn’t see your body as a masterpiece, as a complete work of art, get up and leave. 7. If he makes you feel uncomfortable about any part of your body, get up and leave.

I no longer writethe way I used to. My heartwas different then.