She'll be gone

{Not my work}

“tell her you love her. i know your palms are sweaty and last night you cried for a few hours and your father’s fingers left a hole in your chest that has been filled with cement and you are never sure about anything and you’re kind of courting death
but she makes the sun rise for you, she makes the grass grow. she makes you remember what it was like to actually have a home. you could be filled up on her words alone.
tell her you love her. tell her that you feel it like an ever-expanding forest in your chest, like your blood has turned into fireworks, like you’ve been running a marathon and she’s your chance for a rest. i know you’re scared you’re not good enough, i know you think everyone leaves. but when she walks in, your eyes follow her like she’s the only one in the room. so tell her. tell her soon.
or else one day you might wake up and she’ll be gone from you.”
—inkskinned // r.i.d