“Your body doesn’t forget pain it memorizes it keeping it fresh forever in scars and bad dreams it leaves you shaking over the things that have torn you apart your heart slamming so hard against your chest over things that happened six summers ago and I know not to touch a hot stove and I dig my nails into my skin every time I walk at night alone so if my body’s got me terrified of all the things that hurt why the fuck don’t I scream when I see your fucking face”

“It seems too often that people my age identify as a dead thing Anyway I could have loved you endlessly”

• it’s better to not talk about my feelings