B R O O K L Y N, B A B Y

My scars are fading just like you, at least I can bring back one of the two.

She was pyrophoric. Capable of bursting into flame spontaneously. With no warning to the people around her- She would ignite and burn herself down. A horrible destruction of a lovely girl. But every time, she would rise from the ashes, like a phoenix, more beautiful each time than the last.

Writing isn’t the same as speaking, I struggle with conversation.

Some people are only meant to resemble a sunset. They show you divine colors for 10 seconds, then leave you in the dark.

It scares me how much I care about others And how little I care of myself.

There’s this feeling you get when driving. It doesn’t take a certain amount of years behind the wheel and it doesn’t matter what age you are. This feeling doesn’t have any requirements except for the one, it must be dark. You reach a point where the darkness of your thoughts blend with the darkness of the sky and suddenly your foots pressed down on the gas much too hard and you’re going 90 down a 25. When 50 is just simply too slow so when you see the stop signs you ignore them in favor of turning full speed in the direction you think is going to take you home. It’s hoping you hit a pot hole so big and so deep your car flips or crashes into a light post nearby. It’s hoping you didn’t see correctly around a corner and a car crashes right into you. It’s hoping you pass out in the drivers seat never to wake up again.

Right, so, I guess this has been said a lot, but allow me to repeat it yet again: DO NOT WATCH THIRTEEN REASONS WHY IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING WITH DEPRESSION, SELF-HARM, SUICIDAL THOUGHTS OR DEALING WITH A SEXUAL ASSAULT EXPERIENCE.

We had a silent connection, unnoticed by most. We seemed oblivious to each other, but the magnetic pull between us existed. What perfect strangers we make now. We pulled the magnets far enough apart to barely feel their tug.