Heart Torn Apart, Blood Smeared Into Art.

denim dreams

This will fall apart. It's not what I want, But it is what I know. Shoving two broken pieces Into a confined space Will not keep them together. And there's a certain beauty In knowing you're destined to detach Because every moment you spend Clinging to the other is a moment That you will cherish. But then it's starts to hurt Because their jagged edges Are cutting into your healed wounds, But letting go seems damning. In the end, self preservation Will repel you from the pain. Being broken on your own Was better than trying to Piece together another person's pain.

winged things are not meant for you. if you are still grounded, there’s not much to do. they need to fly. it hurts, but it’s true.

Cassidy Scanlon

i feel like i should tell you that i hung the towels to dry. the clothes are folded and put neatly away. the bed is made, and the floor is swept. i left everything the way it was before i made a mess of your life.

Hello, it's me.