Little by little, you become the sun. You shine the same way. Some people have to turn away.
Remember when you had everything?
Baby! You’re a fucking star.
Do you recognize the necessity for nuance?
The scent of your skin looks just like the way I thought your heart would sound.
Do you remember what summer feels like? It was something in my head. It was something about the wind and the freedom to move with it.
I take a look at my reflection. Not in the mirror, no – I catch her in my thoughts reflecting back at me, standing in the kitchen. She tells me, “You can do better,” and I believe her.