She controls her laughter,
lets it slip from the edge of her mouth,
the corners of her lips lift ever so slightly,
then, she makes a sound,
seamlessly, her fingers graze my thighs,
smoothly, her eyes meet mine,
and in her eyes, I see my reflection—
aflame, abashed, and fiery,

She is the answer I’ve scoured the world for,
and yet, she, herself, remains a mystery,

Ah, I see,
She controls her laughter
as easily as she controls me.

Addiction
Trauma the roots
Pain
Escaping
Everything is closing in
Tears like rivers
In the end you’re drowning in.
Know
It’s not you....
It’s what’s done to you.



Shell✨🐚

you say you love rain, but you use an umbrella to walk under it.
you say you love the sun, but you seek shelter when it is shining.
you say you love the wind, but when it comes you close the windows.

so that's why I’m scared when you say you love me.

Do you ever read something you wrote when you were little and you just really wanna die a little because you were so cheesy?

Me at age 11: " I am a sea of feelings. I am an emocean."

Some dress for society
Others dress in anxiety
Many dress a variety

Each clothing brings out
Tone and flavor
Some dress after they rouse
Others to put on
A bit of color

I dress
For the mere
Happiness from stress