i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.
if i had a dollar for every stolen glance we’ve shared i believe id be a multi millionaire.
i’ll run away from you my whole life if i have to.
i will close your door but i refuse to lock it.
i would much rather stay inside to do my skincare than go out and party all night. why does that make me a villain?
he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not. he loves me, he loves me not.
the only wish of mine before i walk alongside death, is for the ink from my pen to sink into a single soul and take root.
thank you mother, for uprooting my life for your own convenience.
i will be screaming until i can no longer make sound.
i wonder what 10 year old me would do if i told her that her best friend is actually the love of her life.