You Make Me Feel Human
I’m trying to learn the kind of brave you taught me – pulling down the gates, letting go of control, trusting people aren’t growing weeds of lies when they’re sleeping in my bed.
I’m trying to learn the kind of brave you taught me – pulling down the gates, letting go of control, trusting people aren’t growing weeds of lies when they’re sleeping in my bed.
I never know what to do with compliments. They make me feel like I have cotton in my mouth.
I know I say being single is fine and that I’m fine, but on days like this when lovers are out kissing in public and all the T.V. ever plays are romance movies… I remember you.
I am empty beds. The safe bet. The road well-traveled.
I am spilt wine and sweaty dance floors.
I am the victim and the perpetrator.
I fell in love with early mornings, and how our bones groaned from exhaustion of memories ingrained in the night.
If we had met in another lifetime, we would’ve been better versions of ourselves – the versions who would’ve stuck around the naked morning after.
Because I don’t want this to be another mistake. I don’t want us to make cautionary tales out of each other. I don’t want to be scorched to cinders by heartbreak anymore.
Brave does not equal cold-heartedness, lack of softness, or constant strength. Brave is the ability to perform under duress while remaining true to yourself in the process.
2017 I hope you’ll be gentle, but if you mess with me I will fight you. Bye 2016. You were a major bitch, but now I’m a bigger one.
Where I come from children are not allowed to be children.