I’m not good enough. And I don’t know how to be.

I fell in love with a girl
who picked flowers instead
of arguments and had no
time for bad things
because she so carefully
curled herself
against them.

you were summer recklessness
but you always had these
two rules : stay with me
and dont become a ghost

again.

For the first time I feel the stabbing pain of heartbreak.

And it’s utterly unbearable.

You prayed for rain, I prayed for blindness.

He’s my sun; he makes me shine.

I’m tired. And it’s not the kind that needs sleep.