the thing i will never admit is how desperately i want to be loved, i don't think i could say it. how i want someone to hold my wrists and kiss my palms and smile at me and want me, i want to be wanted and i don't know how long poetry or songs will substitute for being wanted
“last night / the moon was trying to fall from the sky / none of the experts knew how to explain it / said / SOMETIMES THINGS JUST WANT TO LEAVE / and i think i understood / sometimes love just isn’t enough / sometimes even the people that know it best can’t say why”