I miss you and I wish you cared.
I wish we could hold hands and hang out like we used to but I did something that made you lose all your emotions towards me..
So leave me a horrid mess. Leave me with the mess you've made.
Some day I'll tell you that I love you and it'll be the last time.
I break everything I touch because I am violent. I destroy my friendships, my love, my children. People would not generally suspect it, but the cruelty is there in the work… I break things because I am afraid.
Louise Bourgeois (via vacuum-packed)