"When you’re in love you don’t have to do a damn thing. You can just be. You can just stay quiet in the world. You don’t have to move an inch."
"Sometimes awful things have their own beauty."
"Nothing holds me. Let me say that I myself have torn myself to shreds."
"You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again."
Rain clicked softly on the metal cage of the bus on my way home from school. I thought carefully about how I miss you. I got into bed even though it was midafternoon. For some reason I think you did the same. Thunder started to roll just as I was drifting off to sleep. Briefly I misstook footsteps in the hallway to be yours. I was halfway to expecting you to climb into bed next to me and wrap your arms around my empty shoulders. I pictured your skin, translucent like parchment paper, pulled across your wrists. The places where your veins protrude are blue mountainscapes mapped out carefully, crawling up your arms. But even after all that thought, I still drifted off to sleep alone. I prayed to be given the chance to climb your mountains with my fingertips- even if it were only a dream.
I wake up to cars driving slowly past my window. Their engines roared over the thunder that still cracked every few minutes. I crossed my fingers, praying that you would be in one of those damn cars.
look at the mess you’ve made now.