“
This is an apology
for the things I have to say about us
to get over us.
I feel most like myself
when I am washing blood off my hands
in the shower; and I hope
whatever is eating you alive does it as slowly
as possible. I know it doesn’t sound like it,
but this is a love poem, this is a love poem,
this is a love poem
until it isn’t anymore.
”
– Trista Mateer (via radialarch)
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