I am notebooks stained with coffee and blots of black and blue ink and
I am pages ripped and torn out of frustration
I am friday nights spent watching old movies and sipping hot cocoa from some old mug that caught your eye
I am black eyeliner and ocean waves and
soft grey v-necks and stockings
I am the songs you play
when you want to hear the
melody and not recognize the tune
I am fairy lights at midnight
when the clouds obscure the sight of the stars
I am those stars
and sometimes, I am the clouds
I am dark red nail polish to match dark circles under eyes:
I am mysterious in uninteresting ways
I am dented silver crowns and rubies
I am sweater paws and fatal flaws
I am beautiful chaos:
chipped paint and pulled threads
one tug away from unraveling
broken hearts and waterfalls
rose petals
2 a.m. phone calls
I am the love you gave
and the love you took
and I am the love I found in myself
after you were gone
Feb 10, 2018
Feb 10, 2018 at 10:05 PM UTC
I am notebooks stained with coffee and blots of black and blue ink and
I am pages ripped and torn out of frustration
I am friday nights spent watching old movies and sipping hot cocoa from some old mug that caught your eye
I am black eyeliner and ocean waves and
soft grey v-necks and stockings
I am the songs you play
when you want to hear the
melody and not recognize the tune
I am fairy lights at midnight
when the clouds obscure the sight of the stars
I am those stars
and sometimes, I am the clouds
I am dark red nail polish to match dark circles under eyes:
I am mysterious in uninteresting ways
I am dented silver crowns and rubies
I am sweater paws and fatal flaws
I am beautiful chaos:
chipped paint and pulled threads
one tug away from unraveling
broken hearts and waterfalls
rose petals
2 a.m. phone calls
I am the love you gave
and the love you took
and I am the love I found in myself
after you were gone