[Over]think

I live inside my head. I don't mean to, and I definitely don't want to. I'd rather live in reality instead. Do you know what it's like to overthink? It feels like you're under a turbulent sea of thoughts and memories and fears, and all you can seem to do is sink. People tell me … Continue reading [Over]think →

Fragile. Resistant.

Glass heart behind titanium cage beneath paper thin skin. Be careful with her.

Someone Mentioned Your Name The Other Day:

And I'm trying to be happy for you. I'm glad you found another's bones to make a home out of. I'm just sad you didn't think you could find that in me.

Sick

I find myself feeling sick to my stomach whenever you cross my mind. The butterflies you once gave me are now just hollowed carcasses left behind to poison me every time I hear your name.

“What Are You Looking For?”

I just want long summer nights laying on a blanket in a flower field, with my head on the chest of a man who adores me, while we gaze up at the stars we're made of. I just want warm, sunny days racing down the sandy beach to the ocean with him chasing behind and … Continue reading “What Are You Looking For?” →

Florets

You have no business playing in a field of flowers when your intention is not to be gentle, but instead rip the petals off fragile florets and leave the remaining flowers to die.

Two Thousand and Ten

I wish I'd never kissed your lips, because it lit a fire in my soul. You are my greatest mistake yet, and I'm the only one who knows.

More Than A Word

We spend so much time placing emphasis on how "Sorry" is an action and not just a word. For the record, the phrase "Thank you" is an action, too.

Tremble

It's in the silence of a pitch black room, where the glow of a streetlight outside filters through the slit where curtains meet that I find myself thinking about you. And I can't help but wonder, with my hands trembling at the thought of you, if you feel sorrow when you think of what you … Continue reading Tremble →

Honey

Lust drips off your lips like crystallized honey, a wild temptation I'm sure to regret. You move closer and I hesitate for a moment, but I cannot resist the urge. Oh, how you taste like broken promises and star-crossed love.