He Was A Fire, And I Was Just A Silly Girl Who Learned To Love The Way He Burned.

he was a fire, and i was just a silly girl who learned to love the way he burned.

Sometimes I think about how beautiful it is that humans sing despite it all. That through suffering, we still sing. How even on the worst of days in the world, there were still people singing. The way a mother sings a lullaby to her crying baby to soothe her. Or the way sailors sang sea shanties out even on choppy oceans to build a sense of familiarity and camaraderie as they worked. Or how even in the depths of the earth, coal miners sing. Isn’t that the most beautiful thing about the human spirit? That we found a way to reach each other in the darkness. To let each other know through song, that do not worry, I am here. Let us sing together and ease each others fears.

- Nikita Gill

today i will get out of bed. i will open the blinds, and i will soak up the sunlight like a sponge soaking up water. i will look at the things he gave me, and every picture of me and a dead person on my mirror. and today, ill know it was for the better. i will go to school and understand the unspoken rules the girls have. i will follow them. and even though i do not look like they want me to, i am smart enough to keep myself together when they call me names. i will get home at three and call my best friend. i will talk bad about a girl who is like a mirror image of me. she is reverse, but too similar. still too similar. and i will let my brother scream at me, because i would scream at me too if i could. i know it's because i look too much like my mother. that's not the only thing i inherited from her, but it's the only thing people who didn't know her will notice we share. i also have her hunger for destruction. the bubbling of ache under our skin was shared. but she pulled it together enough to have a family, whereas i never will. the twin sized mattress i sleep on calls my name. i lay down to stare at the stick on stars on my ceiling. they're in the virgo and leo constellations. they mean the most to me. im a scorpio. i will wait until after dark to text his old account. and maybe i will know it's for the better that he left today. but i have texted him for too long, and it is already tomorrow. and i have deluded myself into believing he still thinks about me. and i will go to bed, and wake up at five. and i will lay in bed for another hour. today i will rot in bed. today i will know it was not for the better that they left. today is sunday, after all.

No offense but life is all about reading books, kissing girls, being nice, and eating strawberries

Last day. Last kiss.

I wonder, do you think they both thought they were too much for each other?

Do you think that their insecurities eat away at them, burrowed into their bones?

Mrs. S by K. Patrick