You Deserve The Love You Keep Trying To Give Everyone Else.

I wish I could regret that day

But, darling I can't

I wish I could hate you

And say that's true

But I wouldn't change a thing

Not even change the kisses that

We never had

In fact I would take you

Hug you and never let go

Though I'd prefer a kiss

I wish thing's repeated themselves

Just once

I would get the feeling

I so long ache

I wish thing's repeated themselves this just this once

I miss the time's and most of all I miss you

-What Was But Is No Longer

Thinking of how writings and bathrooms have become my safe spaces, to the point where I can be around other people, and instead just go to a bathroom and just write, but it's also a balancing act, the act of trying not feel everything at once lest you break down...And how to actually allow your emotions to flow and let them not define you. It's an uncomfortable, comfortable safe space where I know this writing helps, but I don't would rather not feel anything, life is weird but true like that, we are all somewhat prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we at certain points in our lives are all defined by something we cannot change

Blue

The ocean of your eye's

I so easily drowned in

I should learn to swim

Blue

The color everything wear's when I'm with you

I get so dizzy too easily

Blue

The late nights, we were separate but one

Insomnia hath its way too easily with me

Blue

The emotions I feel when I see you with another

You have no idea the amount of happiness and despair you bring

Blue

Water shimmering, I saw your reflection in my dream

I should be over this by now

Blue

Mellow and sweet like Julia

Yet deep, the ocean has nothing on you

Watching the ocean late at night does me no good

Blue

The moon is beautiful indeed

It compares to an incomplete quilt around you

Man I give compliments too easily

Blue

You are a Lily, Arum, I a weed

My plant's at least will never reject me

Blue

Lonely nights I listen to your voice

I think I can hear it right now

These ears are too sensitive

Blue

We just friends and that's okay

After all

Peasants don't get with queens

2018.05.17

To be beautiful means to be yourself. You don’t need to be accepted by others. You need to accept yourself

“Range Life” by Jordan Bolton

Part of Scenes from Imagined Films Issue #1, available on Etsy

“I have no enemies, but my friends don’t like me.”

— Philip Larkin

She came like the morning fog and left as such by the afternoon there was no trace of her besides the dew on the grass, my heart

VM

a comic about cuddles