subject line: you're a razor for me.


oklahoma city, oklahoma

Someone was asking me if I was ready for the possibility that you might get married soon. I said no. They asked if I still wanted you. I said yes.

But then I thought, I used to cut myself. I used to want razors when I couldn’t handle the invisible emotional pain. I used to want to harm my body when I needed to feel in control. I used to want all of those things, but that doesn’t mean they were right or good for me.

I realized that I might still want you, but you’re a razor for me.