you didn’t do anything wrong.
my heart was broken
and instead of sewing it back up,
I was trying to fix it by shoving
puzzle pieces into places they didn’t
belong.
my pain was not on you.
I wish I could go back and love you better.

-an apology

putting up with you has been a living hell.

-sorry, i’ve never been good at goodbyes

do you hear that?
that rumbling?
crying out?
sounds like I deserve it,
don’t you think?

-hungry for love

there’s nothing beautiful about bones.
not when you can see them
through your skin.

-that’s what they called me anyway