Relationships they often remind me that I’m not afraid of heights or falling but I’m scared to death of everything that’s gonna happen the very moment that my body hits the ground. I’m clumsy, yesterday I tripped over my self esteem I landed on my pride and it shattered like an iphone with a broke face now I can’t even tell who’s trying to give me a compliment. See, I’ve never been in the military, but I have this purple heart I got it from beating myself up over things I can’t fix. I know this sounds weird but sometimes I wonder what my bed sheets say about me when I’m not around. I wonder what the curtains would do if they found out about all the things that I’ve done behind their backs. I’ve got a hamper that’s overflowing with really, really loud mistakes and a graveyard in my closet. I’m afraid that if I let you see my skeletons you’ll grind my bones into powder and get high off my fault lines.
WHERE WE'RE UNDERSTOOD, AND CHEERED