thrice wed; twice widowed
I want to be the queen.
I wanted to love you, I wanted to take you in my arms and embrace you while confessing my undying love for you. I wanted to be classy and full of wit; I wanted to bring down years of self loathing by the words I said to you. I wanted to live a thousand lives with you… Only you didn’t even want to live one life with me. I was a shadow on the wall and you had turned the lights off; I was no longer apart of anything, no longer someone who could love you.
It’s been a long time, but I’m starting to forget how to write about you and I think that’s a good thing. I think my shadow has escaped from that dark room and found its way into a new world, a world where I am not a shadow, but someone that is seen and known; a world where I can be loved by someone.”
This is my new favorite thing on the internet.