The things I’d tell you.
by Writer of Sins
Oh boy, you’re a wild one.
Your love is so blazingly hot that it’s corrosive.
You do not see the damage you deal until it’s done.
Fix fix fix until you can no longer lift the tools and you neglect yourself.
If you asked me for advice, these are the things I’d tell you.
Take a deep breath.
You are of no use broken.
Stand up straight, but talk softer.
Love slower… If you can.
A bird’s beauty is in their freedom, not their flight.