Thursday, December 10, 2015
Wednesday, December 9, 2015
Tuesday, December 8, 2015
Walking While Broken
Understand me when I say this, because there’s only so much energy I have with which to explain so much. I don’t know what I’m doing here or how the hell I’m going to survive this. I don’t think I know where I am or how to find my way back home again. More than likely you are going to see me wandering the streets of this too big, wannabe city; just ignore the tears rattling and the blood dripping down my face and body. And please listen with every ounce of focus you have because I’ve finally cracked and I need help.
Oh, and darling, I don’t know if you’ll believe this or not, but I do need you. I need you to keep your promise of staying here.
Don’t leave me.
Monday, December 7, 2015
Sunday, December 6, 2015
Saturday, December 5, 2015
Runaway Artist
Everyone laughs at me for drawing a rose on your nose with your parents right behind me. They call me crazy for writing poetry on your arms in my dreams. No one believes that I'll ever make it anywhere if I am impulsive and my work is washable. But your chest is perfect for whipped cream portraits and your tongue is the most comforting pen I've ever known. Everyone laughs. They call me crazy. No one believes that I'll ever make it. So just you watch with love on my side and ink in my veins I can do anything.
Friday, December 4, 2015
Thursday, December 3, 2015
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Tuesday, December 1, 2015
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