You are an artist, and the world is your canvas
The people I have loved in my life have never been easy to love. I’m not used to normal. I’m used to disaster.”
Augusten Burroughs, Dry (via larmoyante)

You presented yourself in sheepskin

My very own kin

Falling, falling descending

Like a meteorite picking up speed and lighting afire

The speed with which you came and devoured

A great mystery and confusion to me

Like waves of a tsunami

Blowing viciously, blowing away everything its path

You came and devoured

Me, devoured I, everything I stand for

Broke every bone in my body

And restructured it in your own way

Breathlessly restlessly I waited for my destruction with no obstruction

A serious lack of conviction I let you devour me

I had no choice in the matter

And now I’m left here in pieces