I was starting love
The way you said my name,
And the way you thrashed in your sleep,
Fighting imaginary demons,
Stopping only when I stroked your hair and kissed you softly.
When it was 3 am and I couldn’t sleep,
You didnt get angry.
Those were the mornings we talked until the sun rose,
Then spent the rest of the day wrapped in each other,
Oblivious to the world outside.
And it’s hard because,
When its 3 am and I can’t sleep
I remember how I loved you.
tw self harm
I’m sorry for posting this, it’s just I always see pictures on here of girls with flowers drawn around their cuts or pictures of blood in the shape of hearts or people rebloging pictures of scars and saying “I don’t support self harm but for some reason this looks really beautiful” and it really fucking annoys me
self harm is a real problem faced by real people, you may not be meaning to but posts like those mentioned glamorise it and trivialise it and its just not right.
pictures. of. cuts/scars. are. not. cute.
"It’s not as bad as people make it sound. Sure, you created a little monster that you have to take care of. But it’s a blast."
Accurate to my life.