me: why do i hurt myself for other people?

“How sad it is that you made torture and neglect feel like home to me”

“i wish i could fuck without feelings and shatter glass ceilings but you’ll just find me drinking poison in the name of healing. i can picture a future with anyone who puts their hands in my hair because nowhere is just somewhere not fair cloaked in fake prayer. i don’t care if they don’t want me and i don’t see warning signs - i have no boundaries and i don’t believe in crossing lines because there are no guidelines in the confines of the sometimes that you see all the time. their magnetic field is the only reason that i have a moral compass and i don’t care if there are three of us in this bed because i will convince myself when my eyes are closed that numbness is the same as oneness and your sick obsession with abundance isn’t loveless.”

Someone out there thinks your body type is beautiful. Someone out there loves the color of your eyes, the waves in your hair, the freckles in your cheeks. Someone out there smiles when they think about your smile, and they miss you when you're far. Someone out there thinks your eyes are the perfect creation of nature, your lips the most soft thing in the world, your voice a peaceful melody. Someone of there doesn't care about your past, your regrets, your mistakes, all they care about is being there for you in your present and hopefully in your future. Someone of there loves the way you dress, the art you make, the songs you listen to.

“I was a romantic and sentimental creature, with a tendency towards solitude.”