my life is tied to your in the strongest of knots. no terrors could unravel us. you are too tangled into the depth of my soul.
the higher i rise above it, the more my cynics sharpen their knives.
i am not just a feminist, i am a supporter of people.
what would’ve happend, if i didn’t walk into that bar? if i didn’t see your face? if you didn’t steal glances from across the room all night? if you didn’t walk up to me with your crooked smirk? if you didnt leave to get a rose from the convenience store 3 blocks down? if you didn’t ruin my life?
heaven is over now. the party got shut down. the amphitheater is empty. the bars deserted. usually so full of life but now; deathly silent. but they’re waiting.
i never knew the concept of forgiveness would be so hard to grasp. but now i know that i can hold a grudge like a child. and in that melodrama i am proud.
i wonder what 10 year old me would do if i told her that her best friend is actually the love of her life.
we were everything. everything.
yesterday i read the notes on a life
that had just barely counted as one lived
the girl was far too tainted to be a wife
but she was a girl with much love to give
she talked like a true contrarian
eternally antithetical girl
then her opinions flew with the herons
to a much kinder and comforting world
with time her smile faded into the gray
and she went aimlessly through the motions
she joined other wretched souls yesterday
her eulogy murmured by the ocean
i suppose she always hung by a thread
i would’ve hung onto each word she said