emdash abuser
with you in mind, i wrote another letter — i wanted to believe, so badly, that we were meant for each other. i’ll post it in time, maybe, when i’m doing better. for now, preserved in ink, we’ll always be together.
it’ll be the last one i’ll write you / forever
now, if i told you
i’d love to break you into pieces
then build you back up again
would you trust me with that?
know that what you see
is not always what you get
remember our conversation, my favourite segment —
you might have committed a mistake
but did you regret it, even for a moment?
if you truly knew someone
wouldn’t you ineluctably be able to fill in the gaps
they leave between their actions?
and yet — if we knew each other as well as we knew ourselves
do you think we would forgive each other?
baby g’s diary 