Jane

She asked me why no man ever flirts with her, I told her it’s because she flirts with realism too much. That she’s not the unattainable goddess every man wants to bed, rather the woman they end up bedding. I asked her the same, she told me it’s because I’m ugly and that made me smile.

The things I write about.

But if you catch hold of me in the dead middle of the night and cut me open, you will find a little girl that is questioning it all. Do I see you in the desperation of an addict? In the screams of a quite child?

Mamihlapinatapai

I told you my favorite part about a falling star is how graceful it makes endings look. That even though something so massive and so bright is over, the fact that it looked so beautiful happening was a true consolation. When I offered you three pieces of my heart, it didn’t look as beautiful. I…