It’s not fair that the medication doesn’t work and I can’t be touched like I want to be sometimes because all I can see and feel is you and it’s not fair that I’m blamed and not you.
relationships don’t have to be all about sex or making out and i feel like a lot of people don’t realize that.. like i don’t care if you don’t kiss me, i just care that you feel loved and happy. a healthy relationship is like crying together, helping your partner clean their room, going shopping together.. doing normal people things but still having them there because it feels nicer or is more fun... we don’t need to be all over each other but if thats what you like it’s just an added bonus, ya know?
I want to stain your skin with my passion so thoroughly that every time you see the ink blotches at the therapists office you think of me for the rest of your life.
"You're asking me what I want for breakfast and I'm telling you about how when the worst thing happened, I didn't even cry. You're handing me a receipt from the laundromat down the street and I'm passing you a bundle of letters that I wrote to God when I was fourteen and scared. You're passing me the milk after you drip it into your coffee and I'm half laughing about my psychiatrist's office and how there's actually a couch and it's made of blue tweed. You're trying to do the normal things and I am throwing up dull pieces of truth onto our kitchen table. I can't lie anymore. These are the things I've done and they're mostly sad. These are the places I've been and they're mostly awful. This life has woven itself into the notches of my spine and I hear it creak every time I stand."