I clean it up with toilet paper and flush the blood and the memories of you away. For good.
To be in and to be out I brace myself for the impact. The struggle. The tiresome absolution is real.
We have forgotten. What is real. The feelings that you aspire. The person you want to become. We have forgotten.
Love me as if love was all about starting over. Love me stranger like I’ve learned to love myself.
It is nice to listen to my sad music and not be thinking of any single person in particular because the songs no longer overwhelm me elutriate me to tears.
The greatest challenge is not that you can catch me.... It is catching me in such a way to make me never want to leave.
I gave you my friendship.You gave me your booze. I gave you my body. You gave me yourself.