when i see a hot boy with shoulder length hair I see a light at the end of the very dark tunnel that is life
Let’s talk about the time she hurt you.
How she held your hand in her own
an your heart in her teeth.
How she plucked your veins,
made music of your heart,
and you let her.
Let’s talk about the time
you cried on her doorstep.
How she wrapped her arms
around you for warmth and still
you felt like icing over.
Let’s talk about love and desire
and how they aren’t the same.
Let’s talk about how she never loved you.
Let’s talk about her mouth—
the way she’d whisper broken curses
against your lips, in the dark.
How she was the closest thing to a saint
you’ve ever touched.
A woman made of arsenic and marzipan.
Let’s talk about the day you left her:
with your jaw set, your eyes up.
With no fear left, no tears worth heaving.
The way you never looked back.
The way your heart felt so light,
you almost didn’t recognize it.
Let’s talk about that.
Let’s talk about that, instead.
I love when you become so close with someone that you can see parts of each other in one another and you begin to say the same things and steal lines from one another and have a similar sense of humor and can exchange an inside joke with just a glance you don’t even have to talk because you have such a strong connection with them and you can sit in comfortable silence but also talk for hours it’s really hard to find that kind of compatibility