Niceteethv - Freedom & Healing

I loved you so much, I hated how much I didn't tell you this. If you ever read this I still love you A. E

They asked me whom I love

I thought of the hue of your eye's

I thought of the dark tint of your hair

I thought of the strong perfume you always have

I thought of how we clicked, we never got bored of each other

I thought of you

I thought of you

I thought of you

I thought of you

And I think of you

I think of you

I thank of you

And

I

said

No

one

2018.05.23

From Alana M. Kelley’s chapbook, In Orbit, available at https://bottlecap.press/products/orbit

"Shame dies when stories are told in safe places." - Unknown

Most often than not we don't own the way we feel, and to be not in control of your emotions is an all too frequent and sad thing, scary too

VM

She asked me to tell you... She wanted you to know... that if love were enough... that if love were enough, that she'd still be here with you.

Derek, Grey’s Anatomy

Blue

The ocean of your eye's

I so easily drowned in

I should learn to swim

Blue

The color everything wear's when I'm with you

I get so dizzy too easily

Blue

The late nights, we were separate but one

Insomnia hath its way too easily with me

Blue

The emotions I feel when I see you with another

You have no idea the amount of happiness and despair you bring

Blue

Water shimmering, I saw your reflection in my dream

I should be over this by now

Blue

Mellow and sweet like Julia

Yet deep, the ocean has nothing on you

Watching the ocean late at night does me no good

Blue

The moon is beautiful indeed

It compares to an incomplete quilt around you

Man I give compliments too easily

Blue

You are a Lily, Arum, I a weed

My plant's at least will never reject me

Blue

Lonely nights I listen to your voice

I think I can hear it right now

These ears are too sensitive

Blue

We just friends and that's okay

After all

Peasants don't get with queens

2018.05.17

“If you want to know who controls you, look at who you are not allowed to criticize.”

— Voltaire (via emergentpattern)

Ah that motherfucker, there she is, what a bitch

Blythe Baird, from If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”

[Text ID: “How do I stop / carrying everything / that had ever / happened to me?”]

like a little lost sputnik 

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