“The problem is we’re human. We want more than just to survive. We want love.” – Meredith Grey
- My words ricochet between the walls until they make them crumble down and someone hears me. (Remember everything. Remember (me).)
- I have an alibi for the night you almost chocked on stardust: I was at the sea, drowning empty dreams.
- There are hidden moons and farewells under my eyes. Rose petals stitched on bleeding wrists. Tachycardia and rainstorms. And I’m only a girl. Soft sometimes, but always, filled with a downpour of dreams that they cannot stain.
- It’s easier to just lie. (I never cared. You are only a stranger.)
- Do you see me now? The rivers are thawing, and you should know, you occupy the silence between each of my words.
- Your kisses act as a paralytic. A tightness in my chest. A prediction of a collision.
A sky disguised as a raging ocean filled with uncertainty. (It’s ok, it’s ok – we’ll be ok.)
We’ll carry each other if we have to. (Just reach and I’ll catch you.)
- I promise.