"Are you okay" is such a threatening
question because I understand that giving off any impression of
discontent is unacceptable under the roof of the people who feed
me, in the company of people who care about me. I couldn't
stop myself from crying at work or breaking down in school and I
wanted to swerve into oncoming traffic and every day became a
blur of tears and the hallway carpet I would collapse on when I
got home and your asking me if I'm okay wasn't good
enough because you only wanted the right
answer.
YOU THOUGHT GOD
WAS AN ARCHITECT, NOW YOU KNOW
HE'S SOMETHING LIKE A PIPE BOMB READY TO BLOW
AND EVERYTHING YOU BUILT THAT'S ALL FOR SHOW GOESXUPXINXFLAMES
in 24 frames
I love imagining things with you; like holding your hand
while grocery shopping, or playing with your hair while we watch
our favorite movie on Netflix. Kissing you in the middle of your
sentence because you're just so perfect in my eyes regardless of
what you're saying. Waking up every morning and asking myself how
I got so lucky. It's endless what I can picture with
you.