I become attached to people I shouldn’t. I distance myself from the people who matter. I am bad with people. I am good at being alone. But I hate being lonely.
I craved him constantly, so deeply it was a physical ache.
It’s all messy:
To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves.
who’s arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved