out of the ash,
i rise with my red hair,
and i eat men like air.
"I’m gonna have to tell my little brother I’m gonna die. I can’t make him his lunches anymore."
Kids (1995) dir. Larry Clark
But what if I never get over you?
What if I continue to wake up every day of my fucking life & want you so badly that my bones shake so much that they feel like they’re going to break?
What if I keep waiting for a call or a text or a sign from God that never comes?
What if you were the one but I wasn’t?