I kept thinking how marvelous it would be if I could somehow tear my heart, which felt so heavy, out of my chest.
my hobby is watching my straight friends slowly become less straight
this is a formal apology to everyone that has ever tried to text me
I’m often difficult to love. I go through dark periods like the moon and I hide from myself. But I promise I will kiss your wounds when they’re hurting. Even if they’re in your soul, I can find them with the light in my fingertips. I will lead you to the river so you can remember how beautiful it feels to be moved by something that is out of your control. And when our dark periods match, we can breathe with the grass and look at the night sky. The stars will remind us of the beauty in our struggles and we won’t feel lost anymore.
Have my heart,
I’ll cut it out for you.
Place it in a glass jar.
We can take out
when company comes over.