can I light a fag and watch it burn like how you told me I was beautiful then left me swaying in my own ash. t.l.
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unexpected
when I saw your face at the most unexpected place that’s when it hurts the most. t.l.
wishful thinking
the wind got colder the cat shivered when can i get over her? the night was still young the ambulance’s siren i could go for run but instead, i was becoming undone hallucination, wishful thinking a pipe dream, vanishing were you playing with my hair or was i only dreaming? t.l.
in & out of love
we were something until we aren’t anymore i asked a friend today am i strange to have loved and lost these people in my life that nothing stayed and at the end i’m alone again. she said, it’s better to have loved and fell out of love when i could still do people who haveContinue reading “in & out of love”
Rain
the rain came again today left a lightning stroke on the sky she never came when you wanted her to she doesn’t answer to anyone’s prayer she doesn’t succumb to a rain master can you hear the sound of her crying or was she just laughing? the drops are dancing on your shoulder as youContinue reading “Rain”
Over it
oh, call me overthinking oversensitive overanalyzing all you want. I’m so over it over people telling me it’s my insecurity not knowing it’s my beauty my uniqueness the ones I treasure forever. t.l. it took me years to love it don’t you come in and tell me otherwise
Pluto
it’s like being queer has made my life so accidental and mystifying. like Pluto doesn’t care about symmetrical orbits or being labeled a planet or not. t.l. proud to not ever have to conform to social norms
essence
after a relationship it’s not that they took a part of me when they leave but i get to keep a beautiful essence of them. t.l. i learned to be more, to be better, to be beautiful.
Up & Down
blue car, red car going around in circles chasing one another going further down the hill can you still see my headlights? the road is getting bumpier we’re going up again the air is thin, can you breathe? take a deep inhale because the ride down is worse we’re so used to up and downContinue reading “Up & Down”
yours
hear the music shake the sound drink the morning sun feel the breathing rhythms in between your lungs you are so beautiful you are living this is yours and yours only. t.l.
Tsunami of Words 