you asked me what i like about you and i said, “our connection”.

understand what that means. understand that that does not happen often. the radiation of your soul intrigues me to a point of me wanting you, and i’m not talking physicality.

the value of your extraterrestrial being means more to me than—

i catch myself starting to write about you. then you annoy me and bring me down to earth again. i’m no longer floating in our bounded consciousness, just a one-woman reality. and it doesn’t hurt. and it’s powerful in a sense to still feel comfortable in myself while lurking in someone else.

and in this moment i remembered i am a woman- not a child, nor girl.

and for that, i will always win.

"I love you, but I’m exhausted."

"My father had taught me to be nice first, because you can always be mean later, but once you’ve been mean to someone, they won’t believe the nice anymore. So be nice, be nice, until it’s time to stop being nice, then destroy them."