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Hello. Quite a few people hate me, a handful of people love me& the majority of the population seems to be apathetic. I don’t mean to say that in the self-pitying sense. I take it as it is. Normally. Admittedly, I know I’ll be mentally unstable in a few years, daily meds& pillowed walls included. Did i mention i like light … ALOT? well it fascinates me with its uncanny ability to both conceal& reveal. plus, it’s really pretty when it shines through those prism like thangs. it makes my heart feel like a hot fudge sundae ♥ I’m a bitch or I’m just shy- it depends on the day. Or perhaps I’m both. I cook, as long as there’s directions, I laugh, as long as I can, I’ll entertain, as long as you don’t scare me& i’ll live as long as there’s meaning.

As you can see, most of my love is conditional. I love all, but only work to keep a few in my life. Making amends has come more easily& is now a habit I’ve grown accustomed too. I can’t say that I’ve never made a mistake, but I can honestly say that through every experience I have always gained something valuable from it. writing is my outlet. i just love to…WRITE. about anything& everything& all thats in between. I’m not perfect& I’m sure you’re not perfect either- but we can have our perfect moments& that right there is enough to get me through the day. So I promise you, if you dare to bare all with me, I’m sure you’ll realize that there’s more to me then just skin ♥


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i was gonna be perfect…was gonna make my love feel like the first time you rode your bike without training wheels- kneel before you every day like there was no one else before you. cause i’ve heard your heart beat like that breeze that could bring any violence to its knees & the best lines i’ve ever written? i plagiarized every word from the thoughts of yours i heard while you were just sittin in silence staring up at mars… but you never wish on shooting stars, you wish on the ones that have the courage to shine where they are no matter how dark the night, no matter how hard the fight.

how now do i turn away from that light, when i wanted to be eighty with you? birth babies like poems with you& let them write themselves. wanted to hold your heart to my ear like a sea-shell til i could hear the tides of every tear you’ve ever cried, then build islands in the seas of your eyes so you’d see there’s land to swim to
hold your hand& say storms are born from the same sky we write hymns to when the sun shines. sometimes it takes tempests to wake rainbows that will wind our pain into halos. i was gonna carve your name into my wrist so my pulse could kiss you. was gonna love you so well…

i’d wake every morning& tell you things like this…


“bliss is the moments you’re with me, when your gone my life hurts like hell but i’ll do anything to make you happy. even if it means setting you free

…to be with someone else”

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