do you think he’ll fall for frank sinatra at full volume and being wine drunk by 10am?
the rage in me has made my humanity scarce. i will not be quiet about it.
hate seeps into my bones quicker than the chill in the air.
i pine from a distance for once.
i am only consumed with my sadness when i am alone. this week my schedule is filled to the brim to avoid mere minutes alone with my mind.
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.
all my ghosts laugh at how i live my life now. and it doesn’t bother me even the slightest bit.
i love you calmly, peacefully, and fully.
i think the prophecy is wrong. there is no way the universe would torture me this humorously.
his smile is so perfect. crooked and smug, but perfect for him.
i would much rather stay inside to do my skincare than go out and party all night. why does that make me a villain?