"I could not capture you
even if the words were written in my own
blood because this skin can only hold so
much. Because I can no longer look at you
without burning. You are too painful for poetry
and too big for language. You are far too many
things I don’t know how to write about."
"Time is a drug. Too much of it kills you."
Sometimes I feel like a boy. I have for the past month or so.