girlinmidair:

You love people like you’re not afraid to show it all, like you’re not afraid to lose them, and I can’t tell whether it makes you brave or if it makes you broken. I remember you told me once that entire oceans full wouldn’t be enough to water the roots you buried in them. Now all you wonder is if it’s enough to close the gaps when they alight and rip away. It’s enough I say, maybe not now, but in the end it will be. Sometimes I just want to steal the seeds inside of you so I see what it’s like for once. I guess we are all trying to figure out want it means to not die alone. I just wish I knew how to be one of those people that engrave themselves on palms long enough to help smooth out the lines; to have the audacity to peel off these opaque walls, hold out my hands and give it to anyone who will take it. I’m trying hard not to forget how not to be afraid, but at times it seems as though I didn’t bother remembering in the first place. But I don’t think it’s a matter of being strong, but a matter of being weak. I keep asking myself how it is so to be weak, how to stave off these inhibitions and just let these prints walk on in without all the words getting in the way. I just want to be weak right now, so teach me how to be weak, teach me how to plant my seeds in them, teach me how to hold on. Teach me how to love like you do.