Writing

brushing fingertips against skin

cold as ice.

lying here, late at night

cold as ice.

the second his sweatshirt was absent

~F

i felt so numb when he told me

that he used to feel the same. 

honestly, i should've expected this, yet im shocked.

This statue is a woman.

She’s the symbol of the USA.

Yet people refuse to acknowledge her daughters.

The Lady Liberty, huh?

You know what that makes me think?

The one free woman.

Yeah.

Love is hard, hatred is easy.

How am I supposed to love the girl who pushed me in the hallway because I like reading about dragons? It’s much easier to hate her.

“Don’t worry your pretty little head about that”

Every girl has heard that phrase at some point, or will hear it at some point.

It means:

You’re a girl.

Girls are pretty.

Girls are happy.

Girls aren’t smart.

Ocean waves are music to my ears
Calming my raging thoughts about you,
Eleven O'clock, the time you proposed 
Air was cool beneath the moon