Every now and then he points out the red bull cans stacked high atop the grocery store shelf.
His bright eyes stare into mine as he asks:
“Is it true, does redbull really give you wings?”
Perhaps he thinks once yours grow, you’ll fly straight over?
We didn’t move houses.
Having observed your disappearing act, he assumes you’re a magician.
What a wicked talent to possess.
Imagine scoring front row seats to a shit show you never rsvpd to.
-She’s Burning
Have you ever Crashed into someone heart first Converged ? A collision of violent ecstasy, heart pumping bones shattering teeth reduced to shards. The voices in the backseat never cease pleading: BRAKE! Only accelerating comes naturally. - She’s Burning
So, you lick the wound this one last time. Like a discarded snack plate going to waste at that party you wish you'd left sooner. It tastes bitter. Unpalatable. It ceased nourishing you forever ago. You've been gorging on their leftovers, on your salty sadness. But
You say you love me. You just need time. Your indifference paints an uglier portrait. Something busted a deceptive mess. Do you want me? No. Your silence howls 'I DON’T WANT YOU BACK’. And I would have settled for a whisper. -She's Burning
You called me pretty. I played the cool girl, a constructed portrayal of mystery & inaccessibility. Did I make a mistake? Isn’t that what you wanted? A mere prop, a decorative ornament atop your bookshelf. Isn’t that what we both wanted? Sometimes I remember the heavy weight of