17. the party was over long before you spilled your drink all down my favorite dress. i lost my mother’s earrings on the last train home. i’m tired with desire. i want to say: stay here. see how soft i can be. i’m in love with the way you won’t meet my eyes.
"When they asked my address, I wrote down your name, but that was back when I still made the mistake of living inside of you. Maybe Cupid shoots arrows through skulls instead of hearts, and that’s why our brains stop working when we’re in love. Fairy tales always forget to tell us that the enemies are not always the dragons, not always the ones with fire in their mouths. Not always the ones with sharp teeth. Sometimes the enemies live inside the princess. Sometimes she is the only one who can slay them. There is blood dripping from my sword, and there is nothing dirty about it. There is nothing ever dirty about surviving. I told my mother I wanted to fly once, and she said, ‘no baby, you just want to get off the ground.’ I think that’s what it was like when I decided I was in love with you, I was so sick of everything being the same. I promise not to call you again if you promise to notice. Anything to make you miss me. New York is still so pretty tonight without you, but it is mostly just home."
Y.Z, I am scrubbing your name off the return address (via rustyvoices