The Diary of a Fallen Girl

s.l

I think I finally understand why this life has never excited him. I'll make him mine for the rest of our time, but I don't think his existence is something I can keep.

It's a bit temporary, like sidewalk leaves in the fall, 'cause in the bigger picture, when the colors change and the forecast calls for rain, we aren't anything at all. Part of his soul belongs to the universe, but god, this part of him is mine to keep.

We may only be here for a while, but a while is all I need. If I can make this time around worth it, maybe it won't feel temporary. I get around these lives quick, it ain't sad, it's just the way I live. Sticking around wasn't on my to-do list, but something's holding me back.

Terrifying, I guess, but what are you to do when he's already unraveled you? I guess I'm like a puzzle — missing a few key pieces; a Californian wildfire, kissing all his bruises.

Lighting us up, everything falls in the end. I come with lightning in the winter, fighting for the spring. Hurricanes in autumn, lord, each season I'm a sinner.

He told me to come clean, but god — this is all I know.