I’m tired of people comparing love
to constellations and coffee and
the seasons and the ocean.
Tell the truth.
Write about the dirty, sloppy,
vapid, ephemeral dirt
that love can be.
Write about the screaming at 4 am
and the crying yourself to sleep
because love isn’t all gain.
You need to offer a piece of yourself
to the demons in order to love another.
It really fucking hurts loving someone who doesn’t give a damn about whether or not you are doing okay, doesn’t it? I just wish someone would have told me to let go of careless people. Because now all I am doing is making myself look like an idiot by loving someone who never even loved me.
plot twist: humanity learns from its history
Taxi, siga a ese sueño.