I’m anger and hatred and war
I think you should be happy now
If I paint my nails he’ll love me more
Living in the shadow of future failure
I wish someone would test out tomorrow for me…
And they call her the sweetest stone you’ll ever find,
An intimidation in the soil around her.
Breakable yet never breaking.
What is the secret to her mixed elements? Contrasting yet not confused.
You never expect her tears. You never anticipate her fears.
It is a privilege to hold her and to wonder if you can bear the strength of her vulnerability.
If anyone can…
She chats shit so well it smells like flowers