I tell myself, "You will be my Henry, and I, your Anaïs ( Read more... )

And there's these knee-give moments when I just... miss

Today I woke wishing for rain and a day spent sleeping in my sweet and sour dreams ( Read more... )

cute boy from across the ( Read more... )

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Is it the dim desperate in me
or is this really a
a deepertodigto vein that's got me
back in 8th grade
spending hours doodling

Leslie Marie (+ your last name)

Today I woke wishing for rain and a day spent sleeping in my sweet and sour dreams.

All feeling has fled
to the fault line
                between my thighs-
                each ascending step, a crumble to
                my shell-shocked legs.

Connection, expression, exposure, disclosure         and terrible loneliness lurking in my lilac lit life.