Charity

me and my best friend practicing our puppet routine for the school talent show

The sky is beginning to lose its colour Or perhaps I am starting to lose my mind.

our heart is so vulnerable it gives away all the love it has to someone who can’t even return the equal amount of love back

“ Lately the nights Have been long Dreams coming slow like Female orgasms and the “Right” person It takes three draining internal monologues Six “I should have,"s And an always unsaid "I can’t fucking stand This anymore,” But Sleep finds me eventually And I am stuck again Reaching, reaching, reaching My cracked hands only Finding dead leaves and December at my doorstep Better it than you- The weather’s too cold To be in love “

I knew I was in love when I realised that I craved your presence at times when I usually secure myself in my safe bubble of happy, peaceful solitude.

Note to self: stop romanticizing suicide, and get fucking help.

There’s nothing beautiful about tearing yourself apart for someone else.

Amy Winehouse being happy, healthy, and singing with killer eyeliner and a perfect beehive with flowers in her hair is my aesthetic.

I had a love deeper than the ocean to offer you but you always said you were afraid of open water.