she responds

to the whispers

with her own

I love yous

or maybe

I hate yous

one can never be too sure

in the dark

I Changed.

You made me swallow caterpillars

that blossomed into butterflies

rustling around inside,

but they morphed into moths

as they bubbled up

in the back of my throat

and as I screamed,

the locusts came pouring out.

It Depends on the Day.

Sometimes

my head floats,

a balloon caught in the breeze,

up and away,

no one knowing

when or where it will land.

Sometimes

my head is heavy,

made of lead

and needs a hand to hold it up,

otherwise it tilts,

making the world turn sideways.

The sadness hit me like a semi

fast and furious and raring to go

nowhere.

With the distractions gone,

there was no buffer,

padding, or cushion

to help me brace for impact.

I no longer think

we have long term potential

and that makes me blue

because what we had yesterday

was like looking at the sun-

so beautiful it hurt.

SOS

I am sitting at a table full of people that like pineapple on pizza.

swav3y:

The term “Hooked Up” is so broad, like did you kiss or did you do anal?

(via kathpine)

Slightly wasted,

drunk on love,

or hate

maybe,

depending.