I will always be a part of the air you breathe.

Every time it rains, it stops raining. Every time you hurt, you heal. After darkness, there is always light and you get reminded of this every morning but still you choose to believe that the night will last forever. Nothing lasts forever. Not the good or the bad. So you might as well smile while you’re here.

This is the lowest I have been in awhile. I was seriously thinking about taking my own life.

I hate being alone, but then again it's helpful...

When I am alone, I think and think and think. I come to terms with my emotions and my head goes insane. my mind is crazy, thoughts race in every direction. I always think of the worst. I worry permanently, I have so much anxiety. It forces me to figure out myself because I’m alone so much. I realize who I care about, who I trust, who I miss, and why i miss them. So I guess it’s useful but it’s also painful, I just want to be home. And more importantly I want to spend all my summer with the people I realized are the ones who are good for me.

He was my first bite -
a sticky mess of bliss with
the slight aftertaste of things to come.

He opened and shut things
with such force, it made me flinch.

A cupboard, a door, the way in which he loved me.

Home

I’m at home.
But I’m going away again.
I never feel at ease when I’m away from home.
That empty bed is unbearable.
I wake up and look over at the place where home could be moving in the sheets.
I was away for too long last time.
Home is a sandy blond with hip bones that pierce.
I dream about it often.
I’m scared it won’t always be there for me.
Then I’ll be left wandering endlessly.