writerfromva

I wonder what kind of mind lies behind those big brown eyes,  

behind her laugh, which makes the sweetest souls swoon, 

behind her smile, infectious and sugar sweet. 

yet through it all, 

note: this is not targeted at anyone, it’s just my opinion :)

Writing is my pulse,  
my breath,  
my way of being.  
They don’t own my words,  
my thoughts,  
my voice.  

I hate having genuine friends. I hate feeling connection.  I hate how comfortable I feel. I hate how I feel like it’s okay stupid around them.  I hate that I know I’m being genuine around them.