i’m walking along the edges now
there is brokenness
and there is being broken
(and on any given day
i am, too)
sometimes a big red delete button
pops up in the corner of my brain
and i wonder how it got there
because if i had the choice
i would still choose her
over and over and over again
(fuck the pain, she will always be worth it)
i keep walking along the edges now
and i step on
every
single
crack
Less Than 1%: Surviving My Stillborn 