i thought that destroying myself
was the way to save you from who i am inside
but it turns out, harming me
destroyed you more than i ever managed to hurt myself

maybe if i had hid it from you better
you never would have seen the scars and cried
youd have never heard me puking
i destroyed myself, but you are a part of me

It is going to be okay.

I love autumn.
Why?
*Because it shows that dying can be beautiful.

It's vicious.
He spits honey-coated excuses
Just as I misplace forgiveness
Sliding under him,
Rising over me
As snowflakes fall outside this Brooklyn brownstone of mistakes.

But these pebbled streets
and long-forgotten sidewalks,
crossed daily by hundreds
...they soften everything.

It's beautiful and tragic
as I remember nothing and everything
If only for some time,
if only in this place.

This crack in the sidewalk, his hand in mine
That tree with the branch that hangs too low...
his eyes
a smile
true love.

This is where I come to forget.

I can't tell you why women fall in love with people who aren't as crazy for them back but I can tell you what happens when it occurs.

The love for the other person fills in deeper to compensate the lack of love given back. That's why the repercussions are so detrimental to the emotions in the very end...because the whole time you were loving for two and that's heavy.