when u boutta prove a bitch how wrong they are
*strategically places snapchat text box over acne*
i don’t ONLY care about myself. i care about like 5 other people. and animals.
you read me like a
book written just for you, please
linger on this page
Something we both want
Quiet kisses in the dark
Tucked inside your bed
if only i could crawl inside your mind for
and know what occupies your thoughts
as my hands trace shapes and wordless ideas across the warm skin of your back
(are you as enamored as i am?)
"You don’t understand," he says.
(I think that must be his favorite phrase)
He’s right, though.
I don’t understand how he can sit next to this chemistry, unaffected
(It’s burning, I know you feel it)
How he can ignore the spark
(This current follows us around)
And he’s right,
I don’t understand
(how we’ve yet to be consumed)
Inside the same house
Only blankets between us
Every day I struggle between “I wanna look good naked” and “treat yo self.”
if my life was a drink it would be room temperature coke with the ice melted
i still think 2007 was 3 years ago
*casually eats snack while deciding what to make for dinner*
opens window curtains, takes 50 selfies in natural light, closes window curtains
if you kiss my neck and bite my lip your pants are coming off.
You, my dear—
intelligent and strong;
capable of anything;
and, yet, I sense
at ever being stifled,
fettered by the fallacy
of pious propriety.
I sense your secret wish—
to shrug your shapely shoulders
and be free—
free to be
more than you are now,
This is beautiful.