If I was so perfect you wouldn’t of let me go this easily. If you loved me so much why’d you have to go? Sorry I’m not good enough and never will be. I knew I was right this whole time. I’m sorry I don’t have the perfect body or smile but I thought it was enough. Guess I was wrong again.
“I am not a graceful person. I am not a Sunday morning or a Friday sunset. I am a Tuesday 2am, I am gunshots muffled by a few city blocks, I am a broken window during February. My bones crack on a nightly basis. I fall from elegance with a dull thud, and I apologize for my awkward sadness. I sometimes believe that I don’t belong around people, that I belong to all the leap days that didn’t happen. The way light and darkness mix under my skin has become a storm. You don’t see the lightning, but you hear the echoes.”—Anna Peters (via rauchwolken)