I started off the year with a bruise on my shoulder and the certainty that my eyes were plain old grey. I liked to believe my sadness had grown roots somewhere above my throat, not buried itself inside of my veins. my hands were always shaking. I could hardly stay still.

I ended the year with clean skin and crossed blue eyes, maybe even a little green in there too. my cheekbones ached and my veins were full of me. my hands still shake but I’m getting better at adjusting to them and I only move at night.

I started this year with heartache and the thought that things might go my way someday. I ended it with red cheeks and kiss marks on the back of my head. I ended it in love. I ended it in love. I ended it in love.