I was your shooting star: just
a bright wish passing by
to get you through a dark time. But
you are my moon, persistently
invading my
thoughts at night and burning
your afterimage into my
mind.

you never loved me, but my love for you is imprinted in my irises // a.s.m

My therapist once told me that overcoming an addiction is a daily battle: I will always crave a cigarette on my lunch breaks, and I will always instinctively reach for a razor blade when life is on overdrive. Every day is a war with my mind to not give in to itself. I wonder if it’s going to be like that with you, too. I wonder if every day I will fight not to pick up the phone just so I can hear your voice.

people are drugs, too // a.s.m

Looking back, I’m thankful that you hurt me. If you hadn’t, I probably would have stayed.

when you made me cry, I finally realized how bad we were for each other. so thank you for opening my eyes. 

She knows she is a diamond– she is not waiting for you to tell her so. She is simply waiting for you to realize it yourself.

love yourself first so you can understand how much you truly deserve