i feel my innocence slip away like a peaceful afternoon after a dreadful week.
i was born with half a soul. the other half is nestled in your chest.
i wish happiness and i could get just 5 more minutes together.
why am i judged for wanting a husband? i don’t want to settle and have ten children, i just want someone who loves every bump, curve, and blemish of me.
in march, time goes at a steady pace, but tomorrow it will be october and i will have not spoken to you since february and i will forget that i have ever spoken to you.
i saw all the stars tonight. dozens of miles away from harsh city light. i can only dream to be as beautiful as them.
the bed groans under you weight as you slip in bed. warning me that it’s not just me, but that you smell like another woman.
i smell the rain and all of a sudden i’m back with you in the city. the city where even with sirens, thousands of people, and too little square footage, we made a life.
my hands dig into your thorns because i swear they look just like your flushed cheeks.
i will close your door but i refuse to lock it.