You Give Me More Than Butterflies
Three years later, I kissed your mouth and said we would be together again one day. You didn’t believe me, but I promised you it would be true.
Three years later, I kissed your mouth and said we would be together again one day. You didn’t believe me, but I promised you it would be true.
Once college ends, it sort of becomes all you can talk about for a period of time. And when you get drunk with your buddies after those diplomas have been handed out? You start every other conversation with, “Oh my god, do you remember that time we ____??”
Tonight, I gathered up all the pieces of our love that I still have plastered about my room, put them back in our box, but left it out. I couldn’t bear to have it out of sight.
If you want to categorize mental illness as some trendy Tumblr prose, then you truly have no idea how influential the internet (in her good ways) has been for some of us.
They like the idea that their body is a temple and they can decorate it however they see fit.
The moment when maybe I do turn off the TV and everything the past 7 years has been a lie. He’s still here, giving us a call to say he’s almost home from work. Maybe he’s going to stop by and pick-up food. He’s wondering what we want to eat.
I wish I could tell you these things face-to-face. I wish I could show you the scars I have from loving you and how glad I am they never healed.
Never afraid to call out misogyny (and how often dance tracks are saturated with violence/lack of respect towards women), the brilliant Brooklyn femcee is back again to flip the dialogue with her explosive single TNT.
“You’re actually lucky because you probably eat a lot healthier.”
I see you, all innocent and full of life. I was like you once. Blissfully unaware. Able to listen to other things. Didn’t wake with a constant loop of the same four lines over and over, AND OVER, AND OVER AGAIN.