erin, 15. "but i can finally look at the sunset and not feel anything at all."
we evolved for hundreds of thousands of years to hunt and eat and live a certain way and now we all are forced to live in cement buildings and sit at ur job from 9-5 and u wonder why everyone seems to have a psychological disorder
I hope you fall for her
And I hope she falls for you too
And while you’re planning your life together
I hope she gets up
And walks right out your front door
I hope you never see her again
And that she breaks your fucking heart
Just like you broke mine.
Goodnight and great love to you. We see the same stars.
Take yourself by the shoulders. Look yourself in the eyes. Speak gently and firmly. Say “HOME IS IN YOU. NO ONE CAN TAKE IT WITH THEM. YOU HAVE THE GENTLE HANDS. YOU SAY WHEN. YOU SAY STAY.”
A hand on my thigh. That is
what I’m thinking about, most of the
A hand slipping under my dress,
the other holding the steering wheel,
and me, upright in the passenger’s
Always fearless in love, like
I’ve had practice.
Look, I know you’re sick of
hearing about the skin of it all, but
I’m not done being shameless
with where I want to be touched.
A hand pressed lightly against
my neck. Lips grazing
the apple of my bottom lip.
Your name like a tongue over the
ridges of my teeth.
Your body like a downpour
with me dancing underneath
It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s okay. You’re still important. You’re still special. You’re still worthy. Hurt how you hurt, but cradle yourself. Be gentle with yourself. Remember that you’re your own sun, not him.
I JUST THREW MYSELF OFF OF
MY BED HOW DARE YOU ASK ME THIS
OH LET ME JUST GO OVER TO THIS PERFECT ROSE BUSH WHERE ALL OF THE PERFECT ROSES ARE PERFECT AND PICK MY FAVORITE ONE
I mean, I hope you’re happy,
But the sky is still the sky without you,
And I’m not surprised by that anymore.
My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch.