to be reborn

You would stand in the room so still sometimes, so wordless sometimes, as if the greatest betrayal of yourself would be to reveal one more inch of your character.

“I wanted to be physically erased and start over again. I didn’t want to be here. I didn’t want to be there. I guess I wanted to be nowhere, I wanted to listen to my brain talk inside of nothingness. I wanted to be untouchable and have no need.”

I fall asleep whispering “I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone I am safer alone" […] Forgive me, memory is a rope around the neck.

Some things you can never leave behind. They don’t belong to the past. They belong to you.

Sometimes, my body feels like a burial ground for all the people I should have become.

How is it you have the right to destroy my life, but I’m not allowed a say in yours?

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was always just red.

I want to rest. I want to breathe quietly again.

I never got to say goodbye.

I don’t trust easily, so when I tell you I trust you, please don’t make me regret it.