flowersandfilm

recalling every word of what they said to whoever will hear again and again when you’re alone angry all the time swearing you will never forget never give credit to the reasons for why they were so angry all the time because 3 years of you knowing would’ve only hurt me more was an i didn’t want to lose you simulation you will always be too you to build for them angry because you want to get to the place where the reason is the hurt people have caused you and you are so ang

it’s hard to not throw yourself a party when the decorations are all hung up perfectly packed therapy autographed biographies gift bags ready for those who you have wronged but the phone rings and rings and nobody answers not those who hate you not those who said they’d come and the phone rings and rings and they’re on a 3-way together and they’re all talking about you but you’re calling on a tuesday at 3pm and it’s 9 in germany and she’s on a second date or starting a lunch

if there’s anything i’ve learnt from making a second language my first it’s that if you say something confidently enough as many times deemed enough everyone will believe you i’ve been learning to say that i am in fact 𝘯𝘰𝘵 a poet that i need a screenshot to start or sometimes someone else’s rhythm when you have given everything up for me to say that i am you who speaks of visions visits of us in the light in the rain, unasked even though you are the you that doesn’t know,