I am trapped in glass and I want to break out and breath deep but I´m too afraid that it will hurt.
It is one thing to make a choice and it is another thing to never have the chance.
Do you think you could let someone go if you thought it was best for them?
I want to reach out and grab his hand and hold it to me, right over my heart, right where it aches the most. I don't know if doing that would heal me or make my heart break entirely, but either way this constant hungry waiting would be over.
There is something extraordinary about the first time falling.
Because I feel no anger toward my mother. Only loss, and loss is a feeling you can’t fight your way out of as easily.