Red

When the song looms on a repeat tune; the kind that gently hops around the parameter of your heart, so does the aura of him. Red; the color of the show. The essence of time. The feelings at hand.Raw, the smell of meat. His flesh underneath. His open words… wounds.He’s on the highest shelf, never

What I never wanted

You came to my door amid the storm and rain like a wild bird exposing your soul so I took you in You stayed by the door, and I waited for you to leave but you lingered then I don’t know what you said but you said the most perfect thing; something along the way

Apologizing does not make you weak

This is just a reminder to myself, actually, but maybe it can help someone else out too. I’m not usually the one who gets caught in a drama fight, but once in a while it happens out of… I don’t know, boredom? Let me spill out my imperfections (it’s who I am, I’m aware of

Climbing ambitions

Chugging energy, Heart on fire Too many questions, too little time Climbing ambitions Vanishing restrictions Instinctive, fueled by passion, high on drive Restless Burning with curiosity Honest motives Direct and raw Uninhibited and fearless Happy Wise and confident Worshiping the answers