One of us had loved the
other more perfectly, had watched the other more closely, and one of
us listened and the other hadn't, and one of us held on to the ambi-
tion of the one idea far longer than was reasonable, whereas the other,
passing a garbage can one night, had casually thrown it away.
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 9:23 AM UTC
don't tell me
you love me
until you have seen me
at 3 AM
crying
screaming
shaking
broken down
holding a knife
and incredibly lost
Aug 12, 2013
Aug 12, 2013 at 12:22 PM UTC