I think I died last week {poem}
The only way out is through, and the only way is with each other.
Category: on Grief
memories like twinkling stars to keep
I love you forever. To the moon and beyond it, as far as infinity goes.
if love does not harm me, is it real?
I want love to harm me but only when it must. And I want to be what love has harmed, because if it harms another, does that not mean I was not loved enough?