Perspective

You made flowers grow in my lungs and although they are beautiful, i can’t breathe.

“You find a way, somehow, to get through the most horrible things, things you think would kill you. You find a way and you move through the days, one by one, in shock, in despair, but you move. The days pass, one after the other, and you go along with them — occasionally stunned, and not entirely relieved, to find that you are still alive.”

Expectation is the root of all heartache

I feel like I’ll need you too much, and you will need me too little. Because only one of us will see galaxies when we look into the other’s irises.

I’m tearing myself apart one piece at a time so people don’t notice.