stolen words as final words

"What is hell?" I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.

I know that I am a better knife than I am a person, but I did not mean to be cruel. I swear i am good, i am good, i am kind. I have love inside of me. Some place far far away.

I was wounded early, and early I learned that wounds made me.

Something began in the dark. I'm talking about my dark now, I'm talking about myself. I'm talking about the feeling of being force-fed fistfuls of dirt by God himself.

it is because I dove into the abyss that I am beginning to love the abyss I am made of.

My heart is a cathedral. Widows, ghosts and lovers sit and sing in the dark, arched marrow of me.

It was ordained for me-catastrophe.It was ordained for me-grief.

I can't sleep. There is a woman stuck between my eyelids. I would tell her to get out if I could.But there is a woman stuck in my throat.

It’s been two years and I’ve tried. If I’ve ever been honest about anything in my whole life, it’s that I’ve tried. But it’s been two years and I’ve still searched for you in the eyes of everyone I brought into my bed. It’s been two years and still every time I let someone else touch me it felt like I was betraying you.

So this poem is a telegram to let you know that / I still think about you, that I'm still proud of you, / that when I remember you, I always remember you / as beautiful.

please don't forget the songs we listened to or the things we talked about please don't forget the little inside jokes we had or the laughs we shared please don't forget my smile or the sound of my voice please don't forget me

You changed me, you should remember me Yujin.

If someday you should ever think of me and miss me, know in your heart that I'd want you to find me once again. No matter how distant in time or space, I ask you gently and desperately, please find me.

i’m afraid

i’m really scared

i’m afraid

you know what though darling? i think i don’t really believe in forgiveness either.