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i hold you like the first time. i love your heart and all that you are. when i think of us it seems absurd to not believe in eternity.

i wanted you to see a mess and still find me worthy of love, to tell me that you could still love me anyway.

but in a solitary life, there are rare moments when another soul dips near yours, as stars once a year brush the earth. such a constellation was he to me.

where you go， i go. what you see， i see. i know i'd never be me without the security of your loving arms keeping me from harm.

for all of eternity， you will always be the most beautiful shining star of all.

⠀“ father, was i good .ᐣ ” ⠀“ you did it. ” ⠀“ but was i good .ᐣ ” ⠀“ that’s not the point. ” ⠀“ what’s the point if i wasn’t good .ᐣ ”

i look for you everywhere; small gestures made by all kinds of people in the street remind me of you， by their similarity as much as by their differences.

⠀i crave touch, yet i flinch every time someone is close enough.

you know how much i love looking at the sky but i'd miss a thousand sunsets just to look at your eyes.

i will only let you touch me if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you're writing a novel on my skin.

show me your thorns and i’ll show you hands ready to bleed.

⠀the world is ugly, but you’re beautiful to me.

i think he's very lonely. lonelier than he lets on. maybe lonelier than he even realizes.

⠀𝒅eath doesn't discriminate between the 𝒔inners and the 𝒔aints.

⠀she didn’t deserve death. i did— i do.

⠀tell me, father, which to ask forgiveness for: what i am, or what i’m not .ᐣ tell me, which should i regret: what i became, or what i didn’t .ᐣ

no one came for me. no one ever comes for me.

i tried to be good， am i no good? am i no good? am i no good?