5/30 - 3 Days Late NaPoWriMo (A Fib)
Sometimes I Think I Made You Up
When
I
hear you
breathing, I
smile because it is
audible proof you are alive.
Sometimes I Think I Made You Up
When
I
hear you
breathing, I
smile because it is
audible proof you are alive.
Unfamiliar
What
are
these words
I’m using?
Love, future, us, we-
Sounds so foreign coming from me.
The Only Hair I want on My Pussy is on Your Face
I
spent
all day
looking at
bearded black men and
all I got was this stupid poem.
(No seriously, I’ve been looking at this tumblr on/off all day.)
Stone Faced.
If
I
don’t keep
tight control
of my emotions,
they blow up all over my face.
Buyer’s Remorse
My
truth
was so
enchanting
before I shared my
truth with you. Now, there is no peace.