And then I realized how much it sucked for me to think like that. Think about myself like that, complain. I was here and I could go dancing and sweat all night and eat donuts and go roller-skating and take bubble baths and grow up. I had you. Right there with me. I had you living in my life and I was alive.
You still cry too easily, but without your tears, at least, everything would burn. You are Spring in your jeans, in the laughing leaves. I think pearls melted over your bones.
I thought sacrifice might mean something. The wounds throb even though they’re not real yet. Would you reach inside them to uncover the secret? You try to tell me but your tongue feels severed.