hundred & thirty-seven

I’m trying to rub clean the words engraved in my mind; consider my walls built and my heart incarcerated. 

hundred & thirty-six

Are the highs ever worth how deep the lows get?

hundred & thirty-five

I swear I’ll write you a rainbow as soon as my skies clear.

hundred & thirty-four

She sits alone in a cluttered art room painting canvasses, sitting cross legged, wine in hand, observing her work with quiet triumph. One acoustic cover fades into the next and the hours slip away. Truly, sometimes all you need is a long uninterrupted afternoon and a pencil to find that the only one who needs to love you is you. 

hundred & thirty-three

Wipe tears I didn’t even know were falling and kiss another 2am goodnight; I swear one of these nights I’ll sleep without hugging the phone, memorizing words you already forgot you wrote. 

hundred & thirty-two

The what ifs will exhaust you. The untruths will bind you. And the realizations will leave you shattered. Why even try, girl, why even try.

hundred & thirty-one

For three hours a night, you’re mine. The world is silenced with sleep, but we’re wide awake sharing intimacies in the secrecy of the dark. Truly I know that what we reveal under this cloak of night is just for us two. I have to admit, though, I didn’t realize how shitty that was until I realized how shitty you were.