Status: For Helen // ♂♂

Permanent.

immaculate

Car parking lots and liquor stores and begging for money, begging someone to buy you booze, begging for someone to stop you because nobody could like the real you, the real you.

You wish this was the real you.

These masks suffocate you.

...

And then you meet him.

And you two, you're immaculate. Cohesive and coherent.

Permanent.

And sometimes you want to climb inside him because you couldn't want anyone as much as you want him.
(You can sleep when he's around, you can breathe when he's around.)

Because you know he loves you like he means it.

This one, he means it.

(He saved you from yourself. Whatever that means.)