We might die from the self-prescribed medication, but we sure did kill the pain
“I would kiss you in the middle of a lightning storm. I would kiss you knowing it would kill me, cause I’d rather be left for dead than left to wonder what thunder sounds like.”— Andrea Gibson, Wasabi (via blua)
“I wonder if you ever bring me up in conversations like when something reminds you of me because I try not to but everything reminds me of you.”— Ming D. Liu
i want to take back every single thing i said that hurt you. i would carve them in ink on my skin and wear the tattoo so the words would scar me instead of you.
i want to reverse time and hold myself back from the teary phone calls and self-destruction. i want to let you sleep through 2 AM rather than having you stay up talking me down yet again.
i want to unbreak all the plates i threw in blind furies i couldn’t explain. i want to sew back together all the stories i burned when i decided to turn my back on the world. i want to give you the poems i tore up when nothing i did was good enough.
i’m sorry. i’m sorry. i know you hold none of this against me, that you think i am more gentle than i am messy. but i remember everything, every stupid thing i said and every nice moment that i ruined. i have put a stain on us, on every otherwise-beautiful bit
and i regret making you put up with it.
someday someone is gonna be so soft and gentle with your heart, you’re gonna be so glad you kept it open, you’re gonna wonder why you ever thought about quieting it down
