After high school you realize you were only friends with some people because you saw them five times a week.
Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.
I loved her, not for the way she danced with my angels…
But for the way the sound of her name could silence my demons.
No one can tell what goes on in between the person you were and the person you become. No one can chart that blue and lonely section of hell. There are no maps of the change. You just come out the other side.
Or you don’t.
I can’t believe
we live under
the same moon
because some nights
it feels like