Until you heal the wounds of your past, you are going to bleed. You can bandage the bleeding with food, with alcohol, with drugs, with work, with cigarettes, with sex; But eventually, it will all ooze through and stain your life. You must find the strength to open the wounds, Stick your hands inside, pull out the core of the pain that is holding you in your past, the memories and make peace with them.
You thought I was beautiful with bruises on my neck.. and chest- you played ‘connect the passion marks’ with your tongue.
If we weren’t in love, it was the closest I had ever been.
You loved me when you were high. You loved me when you were drunk. You loved me when you were sober at 4 a.m- and I was crying, my tears were like acid, burning our failures into your skin but you didn’t move, you held me tighter. You kissed me harder. We fucked our regrets away.
But we knew we didn’t have forever- even though you kissed empty promises of it, onto my collar bones, I knew you couldn’t keep it.
Oh, you like a guy? Fuck it, I don’t give a shit, I’m just gonna go for him anyway even though I know you like him cause I’m a great friend.
Thick or thin, muscular or no, if you have lumps and bumps where you think they shouldn’t be, if you think you’re too skinny or bony, I just wanted to let you know that you deserve to be happy and have someone love you.
You’re all human beings! Beautiful human beings.
Don’t forget that whether or not you think your body is the ideal body.
Your body doesn’t make you a Real Man, YOU make yourself a Real Man.
Now smile, you handsome thing!