you want to be loved if only to prove it possible: to tell the world that someone saw you as a conquest and came back alive. that above all else, you are worthy of the risk, the effort. you want someone to serve you the evidence. 'you are not as damned as you think you are.'
the boy with tired eyes sets himself aflame every day. he moves like winter, and with his star—map skin and cacophony laugh, you don't know how to tell him that his smile makes you feel a little less alone.
i did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. i did not like to be touched because i craved it too much. i wanted to be held very tight so i did not break.