and they could all tell
that she was writing
but no one cared and they continued to
speak about cockamamie things
and she continued writing realities

because fantasies were just too rich and out of reach
and bad for her health

like a birthday cake shake from the momofuku milk bar right about now...

im just a sack of meat
who cares about too much ****
and shuts out negative opinions from well-meaning people
only hoping to
prove people wrong
only trying to give those the benefit of the doubt
and is just too
goshdarn
emotional.

im melancholic
best friend of two years moved away
without a word.
got cut off by those who'd **** for me

right?
cuz why not.
we're just in the mood to break hearts
and make them cry to their mothers and
make them binge netflix and
read a whole lotta novels not settling for one
because why be sensical when
you have
heartbreakers who can relieve you of
that job.

i miss the best friend
i never had..

he was such a good listener.

and he called her that night
needing her consolation
and she avidly listened to him
all the sniffles
every shake in his voice
his trauma,
loud enough to startle the dogs,
was evident..

and as the night went on she continued to try her best
to distract him and it worked

and off to sleep he went
leaving her with sniffles and shakes in her voice
low enough for some to here

and she stroked his head through her headphones
and tried to push away the thought of
you being someone else’s
someday ..

nothing more satisfying
than that
first swim
of the summer
that first lick of a
dripping icee or gelato whatever floats your goats

but that view
of that first warm sunset
reminding you that you don't got a man yet.





absolutely precious

your smile is my most favorite beautiful thing in the world.






keep smiling for me sugar