in my skin, radiant and warm

The woods can be a bit strange. It takes a long time to feel you belong there and then you never again really belong in town.

You will call me sweetheart and I will still stumble over good morning I will want to know how many breaths you take after waking up before you consider yourself alive I will shiver when you touch me do not be offended; you are the warmest person I know.

Everyday since that bad thing happened, I’ve been practicing                   a spell: how to disappear from yourself, within yourself.

I dare you to burn holes into me; I will bleed love and kindness from all of them, and you will drown in the things you tried to end in me.

You are on your way to another life. You won’t have time to miss me.