thewaitingluna

[thewaitingluna]

I want to share the things I like with someone who understands.

[thewaitingluna]

No other gaze in the world would do, if it wasn’t you, you, just you.

[thewaitingluna]

I wear your touch like a haunting mark—your love trailing down my thigh, still. Whoever loves me after will have to love you too.

[thewaitingluna]

I want to wake up and not know the weight of holding my breath.

[thewaitingluna]

I still get hurt easily.

[thewaitingluna]

Why is missing you the only real thing I feel? I know it’s selfish. I know.

[thewaitingluna]

If I could, I would take my whole existence and reshape it to your liking.

[thewaitingluna]

It’s 9:40 p.m. — I’m curled up in the fetal position, choking on my breath, my nails digging into my scalp and skin.

[thewaitingluna]

come on, my pretty baby. come and save me.

[thewaitingluna]

I’d like to disappear for a while. I don’t want to talk to anyone. I don’t want to know anything.

[thewaitingluna]

My love, you burn so brightly, that I almost forgot you’re hurting.

[thewaitingluna]

What nobody tells you about knowing yourself and exactly what you want is wondering if anyone else ever will. You’ll be loved, my dear—but will you truly be understood?

[thewaitingluna]

My whole existence sickens me to my stomach.

[thewaitingluna]

and I’ll go away but never too far out of reach.

[thewaitingluna]

I am anxious and scared. And I don’t want to admit that you are the only one who knows how to sail through this wreckage.

[thewaitingluna]

everybody talks and nobody listens. tired. tired.

[thewaitingluna]

I am alone, yet never truly with myself.