The sun creeps in through the window and when you look out it at the exact right angle you'd swear to God it was summertime and not the dead of winter. Honey dribbles down my pointer finger and I watch it's slow progression to my knuckles; it glows gold from the inside the same way the kitchen that we're settled in does. My best friends are arguing about sandwiches as they pace in and out of the pantry, but I can't seem to tear my gray-blue eyes away from the amber honey.
Honey reminds me of three things:
The farmers market at Deering Oaks Park where Emily sells her Jewelry and people smile and laugh in light convers
You fell down the rabbit hole with only your wits to save you from the Queen of Hearts, whose thrown is made from broken dreams and dismembered love.
You remind yourself that this is not a game anymore,
It is always a game to you.
Friends with brown eyes bring you gifts from above that you can’t open until you’re of age. You don’t remember how old you are though, so you open the gifts without digesting the consequences…
Letters from a girl you don’t remember. She says that she loves you and teardrop
You're a horrible person for not talking to those girls, for ignoring teachers, for drowning yourself.
That is my curse. Everyone has one.
I drown myself in isolation.
But maybe it's not really a curse though, maybe it's just me being a bitch. Being a arrogant, uppity-uppity princess bitch who wears red lipstick and a curled mouth. Things change when I leave that school.
With Friends: Laughter. Light. Lips still red as cherries.
Home: Loud. Rotten. Black-hearted and insecure.
The woods. You can't touch me there. I am the wind, the sky and the sound and my he
We smile at each other as if were strangers who have never crossed paths before. Your eyes are so dark with bright, intelligent lightning. The kind that doesn't harm, but merely dances across the sky during hot weather. My eyes are blue and filled with fire. The type that sings atop a candle the type that burns the worst when dropped.
Charismatic, kind, perplexing, quirky, aggravatingly stubborn, talks to much, hates the color blue. You have all of these things about you. You're no prince charming. I never dreamed of you when I was young. Your smile is big and welcoming though, something to wake up to.
To say that dreams are made of.
Thoughts in abandon swirling like lost bits of snow through heavy seasons.
Reason in effort.
The plot stirring, turning; a climax hovering like the clouds covering the horizon.
Would I? Do you?
"I'm taking over my body
Back in control, no more shotty
I bet a lot of me was lost
"T"'s uncrossed and "I"'s undotted
I fought it a lot and it seems a lot
Like flesh is all I got."
Where's my mind?
I might be over-thinking but is that the only way to see all sides?
how do you really know?
Seems like everyone loses interest, its just human nature.
But how do you really know?
I'm tried of being nobody, nothing, the second- the last.
I miss you greatly since this is the first weekend in about, ohhhh I don't know, ten weeks now that I won't be spending time with you...haha I guess a little seperation is good for all of us. Less chance that we'll get sick of eachother and take eachother for granted. Sooo, here's to weekends alone, or at art shows, or selling yourself along the streets for some extra cash for vintage shopping(We're going to do that by the way, the shopping part! Not the selling ourselves lol) Cheers my friend lmao