wri

And all the nights I spent fighting bad thoughts in my room

Feeling so alone, might as well be on the moon

I think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck

You only wear 'cause you're wary of what comes next after your death

But there's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach

When you're claiming your faith and you contradict your speech

So I sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek

I know that when you sit and pray, you're only praying for keeps

'Cause you're a ghost at most

A set of empty bones

Her face was plastered with perfectly golden browned freckles. I counted the freckles on her face like rings of a tree. I'm not sure what the number means. I think it just means I like being close to her. I could find beauty in anything she does.

Her eyes were seraphic, as was the rest of her.

Her eyes were like a rainforest. She had these stunningly long eyelashes. She never did need mascara, but it complemented her well. The way she'd look up with her cosmic eyes.

She was pure as the driven snow.

Her soul is as special as meeting the ocean for the very first time.

Her being is a dream as sweet as turning sixteen.

mistakes like this

you were sweet, I got mean

and when we fight, I refuse to eat

you were kind, I was cruel

in another life, maybe I was you

and I grew up, into something good

somebody who could swallow love

I bet you grew up

eating at the table

fed love from silver spoons

reasons to be greatful

happy new year 🎉🍾🪩