and it is hard to let go, to imagine alternatives, but you are bold with unknowing, you are ready to explore.

…because there will never be any boy’s wrist to tie the balloon of your helium heart to (it has floated high far away from the heavy stone of that unnameable boy in chicago), you would...

the goal is to keep yourself moving, remember? don’t linger. don’t hover. you are not going to stay.

my own chocolate center has filled up with poison,the roses he gave me all twisted black

they have seen the likes of you before, they may be intrigued by the looks of you, but they know that you-like everyone else-will leave them in the end.

I’m tired of pretending, tired of acting like everything’s okay, tired of not being with him…

I wasn’t aware that was how I felt, either, until it was out. And now that I’ve said it like that, I’m not exactly sure it is how I feel. But this isn’t a piece...