greysings

Your bone structure didn’t scream fuck me it screamed help me and that night you shattered your wrist on a bathroom wall I think you broke my heart along with it You were scattering shards of your reflection when I finally kicked the door in and nothing was more beautiful to me than the look you gave me when I walked in It was laden with hope and fear while brimming over with love for someone just for showing up when you needed them Your hand was a wedding of red ligaments and white bones meeting the same oxygen that you had trouble breathing when you asked me to hold you like you wouldn’t break into pieces That was when I knew you were desperate for love because we both knew you were so close to breaking that the soft touch of my finger down your spine might make the empty buildings inside of your chest fill with things they no longer remembered You asked me to fuck you on the floor broken wrist with shattered hand and all I took you to the hospital instead and you were never more bored with someone who always loved you

To tell someone not to be emotional is to tell them to be dead.

The important thing is moral choice. Evil has to exist along with good, in order that moral choice may operate. Life is sustained by the grinding opposition of moral entities.

When we first met, we were so hesitant and nervous, as if saying each other’s names would light us on fire. You couldn’t hold steady eye contact and I couldn’t stop looking at you through my lashes. Blood rose to your skin as if you were the ocean and I was the moon pulling at your tidal waves, calling them to come closer. The flowers on our table bloomed for you while your smile planted trees in my lungs. Do you even remember what it was like to figure out someone new and exciting? To have something so shiny and untouched that you consumed all the oxygen in the room with anticipation? You’ve brought so much beauty into my world and you have ruined so much for me.

I excel at many things, but getting over you wasn’t one of them.

Do you know what happens when you hurt people? ….When you hurt people, they begin to love you less. That’s what careless words do.