Tes Baisers

I don't think I'll ever get used to them.
I don't want to ever get used to them.
I love the way they still give me butterflies.
The way they always manage to feel different.
The way they catch me off guard.
And leave me stunned.

Je veux

Je veux te parler, maintenant plus que jamais.

Pourquoi je ne peux pas te parler ?

Fatigué

I feel so tired lately. It's like all I can do is sleep, and breathing and thinking and living is a struggle. The things I love take effort, and I can't bring myself to fully give anything my all. It scares me to feel like this, to feel like there's no use even trying because I'm not going to be able to finish anything. To do anything.

I hate being sick. And knowing I'm sick, and full of viruses, makes me feel even more ill. I was running on adrenaline, but now my mind has caught up to my body, and I can't even keep up with myself. It's the aching under my eyes, at the tip of my spine. It's the joints of my fingers that just won't crack. It's the sickly tickle at the back of my throat. It's the tingling sensation all over my torso, like pins and needles I can't stamp out.

I get so frustrated, I just want to rip everything apart. You know that feeling, the one where you just need to be stretched out further than you thought possible, until everything is pulling and tearing and so close to breaking. I'm so close to breaking.

I just need to sleep. And I just want to sleep. But I want to be kept awake. Like I used to be. Every night, without fail. You used to keep me up. You used to make it worth it to stay awake.

Make it worth it. Keep me awake. Stay with me.

Fin Heureuse

There are no happy endings.

An end is an end; endlessly ending.

Contusions

Actions speak louder than words.

Words can leave bruises just the same.