I make myself sick. I just can’t handle it. 

"And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see the people in your life break one by one. You wonder when your turn is going to be, or if it’s already happened."

— Douglas Coupland, Life After God (1994)

(Source: pikeys)

 

Grip me everywhere
a little
too hard;
leave marks so
my skin swells
my blood pools -
lavender contusions in
the shape of
your hands
on me.