I’m thankful for all the different ways I can eat potatoes
It’s like we never happened, was it just a lie?
If what we had was real, how could you be fine?
Do not tell me that
the cracks in my skin
where I let the sadness seep through
make me beautiful-
they are anything but.
They are my hate and desperation
blazed into the blanket of my body,
those moments where nothing was beautiful
and it seemed as though
nothing would ever be beautiful again.
If sadness is so lovely,
why did my worst moments happen
with oceans searing my eyes
and hurricanes raging through my chest,
splintering ribs into my lungs,
lodging bones into the crevice where
a heart should beat.
My scars are not gardens
nourished for growing love;
they are the darkest abysses
that I must keep myself
from falling into again.
I was talking about why Chef Gordon Ramsay was so angry all the time, and explained that he originally wanted to be a professional soccer player but suffered a really bad knee injury and couldn’t play anymore, so he poured himself into cooking and culinary arts to help with his anger issues, but his abusive alcoholic father disapproved of his cooking and died before ever tasting any of it and I realized that Gordon Ramsay has the most anime backstory ever.