I don’t think people love me.
They love versions of me I
have spun for them, versions
of me they have construed
in their minds.

The easy versions of me,
the easy parts of me to love.

(via halluzinogen)

I want to forget everything you told me. I want to wash away how uncertain you made me. How scared I was of losing you. How I lost you anyway. I don’t want to know how your hands feel or what makes you smile. I don’t want to see you in photos, familiar like a dream I had once or a book I never finished.

Gaby Dunn (via soulsscrawl)