Nov 30, 2017
You know how to heal others, right. Have advice like you’ve lived six lives. Always have an answer or a bandaid or a pack of gum. Will show up to the party so she doesn’t feel alone even though you know she’ll leave you once the night’s begun. Good at smiling, at kind, at letting other people land on you. Once you dreamed you were a rug. Once you dreamed you were a candle and people came by to suck the life out of you.
The problem with giving so much so often from the little farmland of your palm is that you have no idea how to ask for a return. The lines of your fate are sewn with someone else’s grain; you’re always someone else’s last hope, last reserve.
What happens when you’re the one who has been burned.