i am afraid of ending up alone. i am afraid of someone slowly forgetting me (i will remember, i will remember) i am afraid of my wrists becoming train tracks again (never again, because i promised, because i need them to stay pure, because they are finally healed after so long) i am afraid of being left behind again (i think i should probably explain that i've been left behind before and it is quite possibly the worst feeling, being left alone to stumble around, unsure) i am afraid that i will never be someone that a person could truly love (truly, truly—i am a flawed person stitched together at the sides, i've fallen apart so often it seems i loosened those stitches and i am forever struggling to keep them together)
things are hard when you're fifteen and you swear to yourself that you don't deserve better (that he is just enough for you) when you are lying with him on his bed and the sky is dark, dark blue (you just have to pause to stare at it) and he is so wonderfully yours (nothing has ever truly been yours as much as he has, and that feeling—it makes you dizzy) and when he doesn't want you anymore—
tell me why my eyelashes are wet
i am afraid of someone slowly forgetting me (i bet you forgot the hitch in my breath when i start to cry, the shakiness of my hands when we fought, i bet you forgot i bet you forgot)
FlorenceSong
Lex*
twentyoneowls
requiem
radicals
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ThatsSoMeee
Kalliefornia
celestialerror*
teacup
ThreeCheers
MissAnna