Sunday, April 22, 2012

I miss you too.  I think about getting back together with you endlessly.  It's torture for other people.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Come on, brain.

I wish I would just give up.
Boys are brainwashing.
I am a leader destined to follow.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

I hate reading poems and feeling I am a phony.
I don't consider myself a poet.
Or a writer.

I'm just a girl with a torn up heart who can't draw her feelings.

I have to put them somewhere. These letters are like pictures, to me.

Dear Tattoos

Yes, I like you.

I don't understand you. You spin around in my brain constantly. I check things more than I ought due to you.
I assume it's like.
Maybe I'm just confused. Maybe it's a riddle that I Must Solve.
Maybe I like you.

We're like wolves. We circle each other. We keep circling and growling and parting and sniffing. We might either fall together or pull far apart. I can't decide if I crave the push and pull or I hate it.

I won't ever take you seriously.

But, yes. I think I like you.
I wish you would write me right now, because it's often agony to wait.