There's no emergency escape plan. You just fucking stay there, stupid and sad, waiting for the day you realize you think about them a little less often.
I was just listening to music when the thought occurred to me.
Wednesday, October 24, 2018
Monday, October 8, 2018
i promise that i love you
i just don't know how to show it. i don't know how to write it in perfect sentences.
how do i explain the electric currents under my skin when you're near?
because the feeling is more than words, it's sounds and colors like radio static and kaleidoscopic patterns.
my heart bursts if you touch me, and i think it should be a painting.
my lungs puncture and my ribs collapse every time you look at me, and all my pieces are beautiful like found art.
the places we've been should be monuments and our nights together are national holidays with lighted skies and picnic tables.
by Margarita Romero
how do i explain the electric currents under my skin when you're near?
because the feeling is more than words, it's sounds and colors like radio static and kaleidoscopic patterns.
my heart bursts if you touch me, and i think it should be a painting.
my lungs puncture and my ribs collapse every time you look at me, and all my pieces are beautiful like found art.
the places we've been should be monuments and our nights together are national holidays with lighted skies and picnic tables.
by Margarita Romero
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