I try. I don’t love you the way I’m supposed to, but I swear, I try.
stick to art. you keep trying to hold everything and everyone together at the same time but you’re always going to be too small.
the poems that he wrote you are not your breadcrumbs, they will not lead you home. you know better than to follow roads that lead nowhere.
you are failing me. people are starting to ask questions. you’re showing too much. conceal, don’t feel, don’t let them know.
don’t waste yourselves. save yourselves for a rainy day.
your base is more than a home for his empty promises.
I know these secrets are burning at your lips but I beg you, don’t open your gates. I’m not ready.
their knives are getting sharper. you need to be thicker.
I can feel you slipping. you need to rest, please, don’t go. if I could shake you of all the memories that claw at you I would. you don’t deserve this.
I miss how real you used to be.
you were beautiful before he said you were, even before the word beautiful was created.
You should publish this.