i wish things were simple. i wish you could simply live in the same state as me, that we could love each other and it would be enough. i wish he would simply make up his mind, instead he leaves me hanging all the time. i wish i could spend more time on the slow burn of things like he wants to but i am a forest blaze moving through and there’s nothing he can say or do to move this volatile heart if it doesn’t want to move. i think i still belong to you.
- i’m trying to bury things and move but you’re thistle with deeper roots










