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[keekswordsworld]

I always loved being a host, because I thought it meant that people never had enough of me, that I always had more to give.

I grew addicted to the feeling of emptying myself so I would have more space to fill with their love, their smiles, their gifts back.

It wasn’t until the parasites sucked me dry that I realized how quickly they latch on,

and how quickly they move on.  

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[keekswordsworld]

I hope that someday, you will be terrified to meet my dad.

I hope it haunts you like a nineties horror movie – just enough to scare you, but not enough to scare you off.

I hope you buy a calendar just so you can circle the date in red, like a looming execution – too daunting to look at, but too important to ignore.  

I hope you pick at it for months, like a scab you just can’t leave alone – and that you miss when it eventually starts to fade.

I hope you become a Hollywood producer with the amount of scenarios that run through your head – and that you always give me the leading role.

I hope you ask your dad what it was like when he met your sister’s boyfriend - and I hope he likes me enough to be as nervous as you are.

I hope your mom takes you shopping for a new suit, and that you hide it in the back of your closet because you know I’d give you crap.

I hope you know I'd only be giving you crap so you don't question the fact that I’m terrified

you won’t be terrified to meet my dad.

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[keekswordsworld]

I’ve never said I love you to a stranger and meant it.

I’ve also never said I hate you to a stranger and meant it.

So you’ll forgive me if I keep my distance - I don’t think I’m strong enough to love or hate you today.

For now, I’ll choose indifference.

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[keekswordsworld]

I think healing is kind of like letting your hair grow.

It operates on completely different timelines for completely similar people.

Like healing, there are many stages to letting your hair grow.

First come two well-acquainted friends, ignorance and bliss.

Then the chop, the impact, the fatal incident that sends you reeling back.

A change so nuclear everyone gives you a little too much space to sort yourself out, when really, they just need to find a way to look you in the eye without feeling the crushing need to say something about that new darned haircut.

The desire to grow your hair back is shoved down your throat so hard that you suddenly feel like you’re choking on the strands you saw lying on the salon floor

and no one knows the Heimlich.

So you continue dying a little more each day, until someone hands you a brush.

Out of pity, kindness, self-importance.

It doesn’t matter, because all of a sudden you’re picking hair clips off the floor, out of the crevices between your door, couch, drawers.

You wake up in the morning welcoming the novelty that is styling this alien form that grows out of you like a self-inflicted parasite.

Until one day, your head has been colonized by these little foreign invaders, these accessories that pull and twist and make shapes in only a finite number of ways.

And each year, you see it coming a little clearer, a little better, a little more in advance.

The next impact.

The next time you will need to grow your hair back.

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[keekswordsworld]

Today I put on a jacket with no arms so I could pretend I was walking around with a life vest around my waist.

I’ve been sinking for a long time, but I learned to make the oxygen last ages ago.

The life vests have been good to me, just not necessarily for me.

They send me hurtling to the top but only until the next drop

One day, amidst all of the sinking and drowning Someone finally asked me ‘have you ever thought about swimming?’

Today I put on a jacket with no arms.

Tomorrow, I think I will try using them instead.

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