A love letter to you
The more I think about it, I think I love too violently for everyone else. Every love I’ve ever had is left in the same place we met, bloody, with claw marks. Because the second that we meet they’re trying to pull away and I’m trying to pull them in, if we were magnets maybe this would work. I want to tell you how much I appreciate you being in my life, even if it’s just platonic, even if I never get to feel your breath against my skin or your hand around mine. Truthfully I’m okay because I never believe you, I’ve never been able to believe anyone who’s said they loved me. And I get scared and suddenly there’s claw marks on my back. Would you believe me if I said I miss you?












