People always ask me why I am so fascinated by love, but so hesitant to take part in it. I tell them it’s same reason why the light of a fire attracts us, yet it’s heat makes us too afraid to touch.
I still have love for you. Even though I shouldn’t. Even though you don’t deserve it. Fragments of you remain attached to my person; you are still very much a part of me. A part that makes it hard for me to face myself in the mirror. You became everything you advocated against. And by association, I did the same.
I hope my words reach you one day. I hope a sense of nostalgia washes over you as my poetry resonates within your heart. I hope they make you wish things had turned out differently. And I hope you fall in love with them the way you never fell in love with me.
“i think i have o.c.d. because i keep my room really clean”
“they ran out of cake-pops at starbucks i’m so depressed”
“i stayed up till like 3 am i swear i have insomnia”
“ugh my parents are so bipolar”
“i can never pay attention in class i think i have a.d.h.d”
“omg i’m so retarded”
Two new pieces are up! Go check it out!
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I love that all Black women have to do is put on lip gloss, even clear lip gloss, and they make all those Kylie Jenner bitches, women trying to look approximate Black features while stealing from and shitting on Black women, feel inadequate. Tbh, they don’t even need the lip gloss.
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Lets share ideas and inspiration!
Its always a pleasure listening to creative individuals who share the same passion!
Reblog ;)
Working on another short story influenced by a dream I had with both my alter egos, Charlie and Cherry.
I will keep you updated as always!
As for now, check out my recent piece I posted earlier today!
