i saw all the stars tonight. dozens of miles away from harsh city light. i can only dream to be as beautiful as them.
march’s last day feels far too unsettling. like the end of an era. the end of you.
i wrote all day trying to string together a sentence but i simply cannot. there are no words, feelings or colors to describe the pain you cause me.
is my smudged mascara, black mini skirt, bruised knees, red eyes, hungover state aesthetic enough for you?
two years ago i worshipped the man i thought you were. thank god i am off my knees now.
my worst nightmare is being stuck in this terribly boring town doing something mediocre.
someone asked me today what made me so good at arguing. i shocked them to silence when i said being a good listener.
for the first time i am completely fine in my own.
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
i taste you, on my tongue. i taste us, on my tongue. i taste tragedy, on my tongue.