breathsoftruth: aodouls: hepburns:
You don’t have to save me, but you could try. You could help me become a better person. You could write down all the promises I make and hold me to them. You could pull me out of pearls and silk and satin and jewels and dress me up in the loose threads from every tie I’ve cut. You could make up a list of statistics and cliches, and you could teach me all the ways to prevent myself from becoming one of them. You could remind me that there’s nothing to fear in the dark, but you could still hold my hand as I fall asleep. You could draw the curtains shut at the close of every day and kiss me on the jaw like turning a key, lock up my screams so the nightmares don’t seem as bad as they used to be. You could be the songs that play on the radio. You could love me, and maybe that would save me.
