having to come to terms with the fact that love is not an everlasting performance in which you attempt to retain the attention of your significant other but rather a release of control and putting faith into them and trusting them to choose to stay with you no matter what you have to offer
*cringes at 9 year old me*
*cringes at 13 year old me*
*cringes at year ago me*
*cringes at day ago me*
*cringes at future me*
“You, who opened suns in my heart,”
— Alfonsina Storni, tr. by David Masse, from Mask & Clover: Poems; “The Siren,
Thinking of my gender and my sexuality make me want to throw myself off a bridge
