Chaos with Cait

My strangeness blooms where conformity dies. A garden no one expected.

Who do you think you are? ghosting me so frequently. “Ghosting” is a bit harsh. Ok. Fine. You have grown comfortable walking through my doors like they’re revolving.

Love has knocked before but always with rough hands, way too heavy for my door.

Comfortably uncomfortable. Such a difficult place to be.

The plan dissolved like sugar in tea. All that’s left is sweetness and the ache of what might’ve been.

My tears watered the ground, and something in me began to grow.

I can’t chase friendships any longer. My feet are broken, my legs too tired to keep running after people who never noticed I was limping. Most days I spend all my strength trying not to die, trying to make it to tomorrow without becoming another thing I’ve lost If I loved you, I will always love you. Distance doesn’t erase affection. Silence doesn’t mean resentment. It only means that survival has become my full time occupation. So if I stopped reaching, it wasn’t because you