Me, before reading a book: oh boy I can't wait to discover a new world Me, halfway thru said book: *crying and sobbing* LET THEM BE HAPPY?! Me, when the book ends: *lies face down on the ground in a puddle of tears* I am in pain #reader #readerthings #songofachilles

I have shown time and time again how little I treasured my own existence. How, you ask? In every moment that asks for a sacrifice, I willingly offer myself to keep everyone happy.

I'd choose you, if only you'd let me.

I speak the language of those who have loved me so I apologize if my love has bruises and the edges are not quite polished. I tried to love you the best way that I can with all the knowledge I knew how.

I wanted to be a safe space but I turned into everything she needed to keep herself safe from

I spent almost every page of this book trying to make her look at me and the only time she ever did was when I closed it so mayb it was partly my fault for trying too hard to be seen by her when all i ever had to do was to be myself.

You look like someone I wouldn't mind fighting wars for

I keep sadness in my heart like a clam to a pearl, with all its might and sometimes with the cost of their life.

I wish to be seen the same way patroclus looks at achilles, with genuity and honesty. Bear witness to my imperfections and flaws, see me as who I am and stay despite it.

I have already surrendered to the fact that whoever I fancy can never be the person I marry. My idea of love is so twisted I cannot trust it in choosing the person to spend my eternity with.

I can do the thing but i'd rather not, unless necessary, bcs its such a waste of energy and all I wanna do is lie in bed and read.

I am afraid because I know that beneath my skin lies a broken soul, ready to sell itself for an ounce of affection.

My bones are bare and all people ever do is step on them. My bones are broken and fractured yet I do not care. The weight of their soles upon the fractures of my skeleton is ths closest thing to human interaction I could ever come in contact.

I'm not sure if you'd call this love but if you leave, i'd always look out the window in case you decide to come back for me.

You'd know a lonely soul, they're the people who wouldn't mind losing themselves just so they won't be left alone.

I don't want to lose you but somehow it feels like you wouldn't mind losing me.

When I say "i'm writing" what I mean is I am screaming 70% of the time while the remaining 30% is me staring at a blank document. The actual writing happens when i'm procrastinating.

As a child I was so confident about love. Now that i'm all grown up I am no longer so sure if I ever felt it genuinely.

I told u my favorite flower is chrysanthemum and u gave me roses bcs u thought they'd suit me better. It felt like u never considered what I liked and it hurt in a way that I feel so erased and rewritten to fit your narrative instead of being seen as myself.

Finally, after waiting for so long, I am here!