Sat, 2 Feb 2019, 15:41


The first time I learned to love I was 5 and we shared a brain. I remember feeling as though nothing could go wrong.
There was this girl, everyone shook when she looked at them, she was stubborn inclination, fiery and feisty and all that mattered was how stunning all that fiery strong will made the ****** cursed eyes of hers burn.
I turned 12 and I loved them still
You didn’t know this about me.
I started wanting simple hugs, curled in the dark watching TV not to touch any girls not to be sultry, or sensual but because I really thought we were all we have.
No boys to see us in the light that makes everything more beautiful, we could curl and cry to some goth film or a tragic love story.
No boys to make us tea when it's ****** Sunday, as we bleed without comfort.
The messages got blurred, in that courtyard we were all one of the same.
It's all dry down here, I still don't know what I want but I'm certain it’s not a kiss from a unicorn or a hunny.
I see her as I walk to her and I have no thoughts whatsoever, She begins to talk to me and then I think she is smart.
Her clothes are old and black and I think what an amazing girl.
(girls what’s there not to love about them?).