I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.
Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized
that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.
I want cake.
I’m tired of sleepless nights, having nightmares when I’m awake, and forgetting everything about it just immediately after.
I can’t really forgive myself.
I guess you can’t recover from life in a couple of days.