writerfromva

She knows how intense she can be,

She knows she’s dramatic and overshares sometimes.

She knows she is holding herself back,

And she knows she can be happier.

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It stained her lips blood red. “It’s only one sip,” she’d say, but I could see the darkness.

It tainted her breath with a lingering scent. “It’s only one hit,” she’d say, but I could smell the bitterness.

My bluntstones are muddy

and kicked off

on the floor

my feet are tucked underneath me

we're on our way home.

We drive by the yellow car

that's too broken to go anywhere

but it's hill