A homage to all the people who have held and broken my heart:

my best friend, lou, the star-eyed and his fog tread, the shattered boy, little green, michelle and all the rest, the first and last Galatea, her (or some idea of her), the coyote boy and the serpent girl, the yet-nameless boy of the mist and all the others i have yet to meet

heartbreak is a familiar feeling. longing is a soul-carved name. hiraeth etched into my every rib (my lungs scrape the engravings with every breath). there exists an empyrean comfort in this pain—akin to the way an old wound aches. like a finger traced reverent over ancient scars. fated like the way the body unravels beneath entropy and becomes starlight

i loved you all. i don’t miss you. thank you for having walked at my side.

this pain is something i’ve felt before. this specific version of spring tastes like the heartbreak from a year ago. and even then as i was dying i continued to live. and i continue to live now.