At our beginning, I told myself that I wouldn't need you.
That I could make it through the day without your hand in mine.
That I could sleep without hearing your breath.
That I could wake again without my lips pressing against yours.
But here I am, five months in, needing you like oxygen.

it's a beautiful, breathtaking, crazy life if there ever was one
but most of all, it is good.

NEVER SWIM THE OCEAN FOR PEOPLE WHO WON'T JUMP A PUDDLE FOR YOU.

And when you're laying alone in the night, there's no postponing of the thoughts that consume your entire mental.

I'm mad.

I'm mad I can't express myself without the fear of being judged to the point of a breakdown.

I'm mad I can't be with you and your whole existence I call perfection without being looked down upon and shamed.

I'm mad that 'us' will never exist.

I'm just mad...

the unexpressed ideas are always lingering.