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This is me saying …because I deserve the fucking sky. Ive worked incredibly hard in life to get where I am. I’m not going to let anyone make me feel like Im worth less than I am. I deserve the sweetness of honey, the sugar of candy, the warmth of the sun…the heart of gold. I have pushed myself and pushed myself to get to this point in my life where I have accomplished all that I have set out too. This is it, this is happening right now. This is the only life I have.goodbye.
Sometimes these thoughts
they form constant f r a g ment e d se n t e nc es.

I dont even know you but my mind takes me to this place where the last moment you smiled at me flashes in my mind and I smile to myself….wondering.
The uncertainty of it all.
Somehow sometimes the less memories the better, especially if those that are tucked away in your locked heart are ones of gold and silver. The threads of fine linen, the reflection of light cascading over precious stones, the feel of concrete colliding with my knees…the blood that paints the side walk sorrow.
These thoughts colliding with the earth, motion moves shaking…shaking like a fist.
I told you that love is something that pours freely from my veins like whiskey on tap in a dive bar promenade. I want you to speak softly, and surely because I cant bear the pain.

Words lay sleeping in your heart until the night.
Wont you tuck them away in my locket, I’ll keep them safe….if you promise me.
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