almost hitting our 6 month mark.

& it’s still hard to breathe.

“don’t forget to breathe baby” 

trying, but it’s so damn hard

I feel so genuinely lucky that I got to love someone like you.

I’m supposed to find comfort in your “Everything will be okay.”

But it makes me more negative if anything.

You’re a brutal masterpiece, you’re a velvet human being, your silence is more like a painted symphony. Stars cannot be compared to the beautiful scars on your hands nor to the softness I see in your shady eyes. You’re such a holy soul gifted with melancholy, you’re damned, you’re cursed and you’re a living tragedy.

If I go out of my way to make time for you out of my busy schedule, then don’t fucking waste my time.

I know better than this. Don’t be so foolish. 

The days that make me forget that I’m not okay are nice days.

For the past has taught to not be caught, in what is not worth pursuing -

Nothing is more heart-warming than to see the ones you care about accomplish things they set out for.

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