My mom is not currently living with my dad and I but it looks like I’ll never get away from her.

sadprayers-guiltybodies:

I no longer need you to fuck me as hard
as I hate myself.

Make love to me
like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.
Go slow.
I’m new to this
but I have seen nearly every city from a rooftop without jumping.
I have realized

that the moon did not have to be full for us to love it.
We are not tragedies
stranded here beneath it.

—Buddy Wakefield, “We Were Emergencies”