4 years of

4 names,

4 souls,

4 bodies,

4 sets of goosebumps

up and down the spines

at the touch of my hand

and my mind races and replays

each and every one 

over and over

the tale of hairs

the warmer the season, the wilder the hairs

you're on my mind
and i want you
to not be able to
get me out of yours

wherever you are

smiles
you still get them out of me

some nights

you love me

more than i

love you

and that all

too familiar

feeling

of thinking

myself out

of your arms

is creeping

up again on me

train song

i'm reading back 6 months, a year
and feel like i am reading thoughts 
of a complete stranger, oozing with
aching emotions and cryptic writing
that make no sense at all

ani difranco

cause some day you are gonna get hungry

and eat all the words you just said

you tell me to quiet down cause
my opinions make me less beautiful
but i was not made with a fire in my belly
so i could be put out
i was not made with a lightness in my tongue 
so i could be easy to swallow

i was made heavy
half blade and half silk
difficult to forget but
not easy for the mind to follow

- rupi kaur

Black so(u)le

wore the same ones today

I smiled 

every time it comes on

I think of you and our late nights driving,

chasing northern lights, head in my lap

your pale face looking up at me

and truly hope there isn't hole

where I used to occupy

for too much longer

a part of my heart is opening

once again

it has been years

and through the tears

I tell him about you

about the weight of past love

about how things are different this time

but still very much the same

and it is something 

that is not to be taken lightly

Essena

fuck what they think