While sight may deceive you, touch rarely does.

You don’t need to be afraid of falling // when there’s someone around to catch you.

Did he die well?" No, I thought. Nobody did. They just died.

He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.

There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.

She carries chaos like an overcoat.

I’m sick of asking questions everyone else already knows the answers to.