I’m sad.
“Go eat some chocolate darling”
I can feel my heartbeat pumping through my chest.
“Take a Xanax darling”
I’m unsatisfied.
“Just have another baby darling”
I want to scream.
“Don’t waste your energy darling”
Is this a joke?
“Women just aren’t funny darling”
I’m scared.
“That’s why we’ve got guns darling”
Do you hate me?
“I love women darling”
-but #notallmen
-She’s Burning
Darling, let’s call a spade a spade shall we? This little life of ours is fleeting. I adore you, that much is true. But darling, I’ve endured violent hands throttle my neck. I’m still breathing They’ve cut me with sharp edges and scraped out my insides
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
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
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