Lazy lines never writes she's afraid because of what she might. Can't seem to find her way so she's taking a break from searching. She sways in and out of feelings, from the middle she can see the edge break but doesn't lose her place. He wanted to hold her as she rambled away, kiss her cheek in the moonlight and play her music by day.
Walk barefoot on blacktops, backward steps, tripped in flip flops. He's the scar on her knee, the crackle pop in her spine. She thought to make him baked goods: precious berries too sweet for wine.
She feels destruction in creation so her thoughts become less productive and finds resonance in mistakes. Words like hot wind and she's depressing. Ignoring advice from others, *******. Break break break she needs it break break break she bears it
cheek bruised from loves subtle encounters, hands shaking from works formal banters, today's not what she expected it'd be: something sweet in the stomach. A smooth something to bring out the best, bitter rest in her breast, she wants to get a better look.