Sometimes I smile out of habit. I don’t notice when it’s dishonest, Because I’m so used to convincing myself it’s true. You can fake it so much that it turns into your reality, Even when you are pretending. But sometimes pretending seems more familiar to me than reality. I continue repeating and hearing… Continue reading Don’t Leave Me in the Dark
My favorite part of your body Are your hands. They feel like Warmth Sun Light And a little more Ethereal to the touch Than the rest of us. *Inspired by Rupi Kaur
Waiting for love is like Waiting for warmth in December Or for snow in the middle of summer-- It's as consistent as the weather And as simple as an atom, Or a quiet explosion-- But I can't seem to find it.