Lost

“If you’re struggling and your people are just sitting there watching you struggle, then they are not your people.”

When I leave, cut me out of our polaroids taped on your bedroom walls; let the vowels in ‘i love you’ fade, like the last bits of my scent left on the pillows we shared, let yourself forget the words to the verses to the songs we said were ours.

“Never discredit your gut instinct. You are not paranoid. Your body can pick up on bad vibrations. If something deep inside of you says something is not right about a person or situation, trust it.”

“We speak the same language but still, I can’t understand you.”

“I’ve never had anyone’s approval, so I’ve learned to live without it.”

Oh, how I desire for you to know who I am; but the more I speak, the more I realize my soul is as fragmented as the sentences I try to string together.