everyone might get a weird thought or two once in a while. maybe sometimes it’s a little gruesome, and you wonder what made your brain decide to think about this. you shrug it off, and you move on.
By anonymous6 years ago in Poets
why is it so difficult to love me? i’m still your little girl. you went to my volleyball games, introduced me to coffee ice cream, and took me to the beach, remember?
i thought you would be my rose. but i often forget that roses have thorns. you were there when i needed you—but only when it was convenient.
ever been jumping waves in the ocean and suddenly there’s no ground beneath you? you’re struggling for air you can’t breathe
