Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible.
I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.
I want to be beautiful
The way worn-out things are:
Touched by time,
And proud to be
Rough around the edges
With a story to tell.