“shit it’s 2 a.m.” i say every day at 2 a.m. as if i am surprised
Listen to me, you can’t fix people.
Your love won’t make him stop hating his father
and your devotion won’t cure her of her childhood.
All you can do is be there, violets sprouting out
from your ribs, acceptance on your lips, your own
wounds still bleeding and all you can do is be there
and sometimes that’s enough, sometimes that’s everything.
i wanna know you better than the back of my hand, and what keeps you up at 2am.
i wanna know what song has been stuck in your head, and how you’d look in my bed.
i wanna know what words are on the tip of your tongue, and hear about your dreams, even when you have none.
i wanna know what brings tears to your eyes, and what your face would look like if i kissed the inside of your thighs.
i wanna know how you like your coffee in the morning, and how cute you look when you’re snoring.
i wanna know you better.
Davide Bonazzi Illustrations
This is a collection of editorial illustrations created by Davide Bonazzi, an Italian illustrator who lives in Bologna.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via psych-facts)