“I don’t like how your embrace feels like comfort till the knife thrust.”

I love you like I barely had a land to call my own.

I am tired of living in a world, where I belong deeply, to anyone but myself.

She has learned so much from dying only to be born again.

I remember when I was the only sin you liked to kiss.

I loved each and every one of your faces.

Tear me open and rest inside me.

Here I am, a mosaic of becomings.

I am a child of borderlines and we are two lands, carved differently.

For once I want to be something that lasts.

I’m sorry only I can both drown you and be the summer that dries it away.

This foundation can only take the beating of one heart.

When you kissed me you breathed air into my lifeless soul.

I am unbearably human.

The most beautiful parts of your body are those you had to grow again.

Somewhere in these walls we’re still dancing, feeling nostalgic and much too in my head.

Depression is the way my eyes have learnt how to close more than open.

I like being comfortable at airports, in flip-flops with no jewelry on.

Anxiety is so comfortable that people are more willing to live with it rather than willing to heal from it.

A bitter truth: some people are comfortable with your acceptance of their abuse.⁣

I always feel better and more beautiful in things that I’m comfortable in so I was fine with putting a little makeup on and keeping my leggings on and going to a party.

Some people don’t feel comfortable talking about their medical issues but the more people talk the more it can help others going through similar things.

The universe never allows you to be comfortable when you are limiting yourself.

Be uncomfortable to become comfortable in the future.

Do you hate people? I don’t hate them, I just feel better when they’re not around.