BearBones

Sometimes when I think of him I find some kind of heaven. Like my soul plays a soft melody echoing his name. Sometimes when I think of him I find some kind of hell. Like my heart breaks into little pieces aching for him. Sometimes when I think of him I feel alive. Sometimes when I think of him I can barely breath.

I plant roots so deeply in the people I love that I always lose a piece of myself when they go.

…and you felt scared, sick, lethargic, worst of all, not wanting to cope.

Most days I wish I never met you because then I could sleep at night and I wouldn’t have to walk around with the knowledge there was someone like you out there.

Just be fucking honest about how you feel about people while you’re alive.

I always find it more difficult to say the things I mean than the things I don’t.

“I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”