Cry with me one more time.
We were in pain, but your tears taste better than each swallow of your absence.
Acceptance was never easy for me.
The little girl in me still screams from the corner of her kitchen cabinets, too small to release the complex rivers of her mind, too smart to let herself drown in them.
I thought you’d wash away my pain. I never should have put that on you.
Maybe swim with me. I heard that’s what twin flames do.
I’m sorry.
