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maybe you were so occupied trying to find the faults in yourself to realize that nobody was actually blaming you
you dont have to wish you knew me earlier, because as long as you know me now, you’ve known me then. you brought me back to who i was before anyway.
it’s like every time i try to erase you from my mind, i would get real close to doing so, but then you come back to me in a dream. and this time, you kissed me on my forehead. i have never been kissed like that before, but i know now. how can i miss such a feeling when you have never truly touched me? but i felt it, i really, actually did. and i have to forget the non-existence of your lips on my head and pretend nothing happened, because it never really did
you deserve to get attached. even if it's scary. even if it might not last. because the alternative is never feeling anything at all, and you're too alive for that.
carry the guilt lightly enough that it doesn't crush you, and heavily enough that it reminds you to be human.
one day you will meet someone who makes your heart beat so fast you’ll understand why our ribs are cages
You had a soul too big for a body like yours, so you gave me half of it.
If I were an amnesiac, I could still piece together who you were and how much I loved you just by studying the things I do without thinking.
You stuck to me the way communion bread sticks to the roof of my mouth, and that is the way of a sinner.
I love you like cracks of light in a closed off cave. Like flowers that grow out of broken concrete. I love you like a storm and you’re the heart of it.