friedchickenwing

[friedchickenwing]

What if you ask to meet me and that's the last time I see you? What if you ask to meet me to tell me that you've met the one? What if you ask to meet and I realize that I have loved you so much I have to let you go? What if you ask to meet me and I smile and say, "congratulations, I hope you both make each smile when times are rough"? What if you ask me to meet me when my entire world is crashing down and you don't know? You never do.

What if?

What if?

What if?

What if I said I loved you?

[friedchickenwing]

fatima aamer bilal, from coffin heart? bury me.

[text id: how did you get so close that i have to dissect you out from under my skin? / memory is a deathbed. remembrance is a grave. the memory of you is a scab that i keep picking so that it scars. a burn, a souvenir, something to claw at that claws back at me. / i refuse to be haunted by something less. / there's a sun-sized ache where your hands used to be. / and now that your place is empty, the blood in my heart pumps around nothing. / nothing. / nothing at all. / senseless circulation. / what am i to live for when i have made my body my casket? / where am i to go from here? / and i always knew longing had another name she wouldn't let me call her by — it's hunger. / my heart grew up to be far more starved than my stomach. / it's the things you learn in your childhood, from the words of your mother, from the hands of your father. / if your teeth do not graze my bones, i do not wish for you to kiss me. / how have i turned gentle love into such devastation? / such greediness? / i carry a coffin for a heart; everything i love must be buried. / plant your garden in the cracks of my skin—mud, gravel, everything. let my blood be water to cater to your needs. / terrible, terrible human, thinks barbarity and love are words of the same meaning. / a mad dog would be a far more gentle lover to the rocks being thrown at him. / and, my dear, i wouldn't ask you to fold me in the pages of your favorite book, just the embedment of fingers between my ribs. / how did you get so close that i have to dissect you out from under my skin? / GET CLOSER.]

[friedchickenwing]

horrible news guys…. i want to be in love

[friedchickenwing]

I heard you met the one.

Hope she makes your eyes twinkle and rubs your back when you're troubled and kisses your neck above your pulse and hugs you tight enough to feel your heartbeat through the layers. Just like I did.

I hope she comforts you when your mother is harsh. Snuggles you when you go non-verbal. Forgives you for when your anger gets the best of you. And most of all, cherishes being next to you whenever she can and seeing you at your messiest, lowest, most vulnerable self. Just like I could not.

I wish you both the best. All my love and more.

[friedchickenwing]

Oh my god. You're my one that got away.

[friedchickenwing]

u know ur fucked when u skip every song

[friedchickenwing]

Sue zhao/Ryan O'Connell

[friedchickenwing]

Your kiss, my demise,

Cosmic ruin intertwined,

Apocalypse love.

[friedchickenwing]

I wish you the best, truly. I wish you someone who looks at you and feels at peace. Feels like everything will be okay. Like I do.

What I don't wish is, having to witness that. Having to see you smile at someone else when they crack the dorkiest jokes. I wish to be far away from you when you're the happiest, because I know I won't be the one making you happy.

[friedchickenwing]

I am stupid, and in love. And you're here. I am stupidly in love with you.

[friedchickenwing]

You looked at me with a passing glance. I looked at you, and I was shown a life where I never shed a tear and was loved without boundaries.