He told me when he called me drunk he saw me as perfect I’ve been insisting for two and a half years that I’m not and I found out Superbowl Sunday I failed in a lot of ways.
Ada Blake (”What My Ex Thinks” draft)
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He told me when he called me drunk he saw me as perfect I’ve been insisting for two and a half years that I’m not and I found out Superbowl Sunday I failed in a lot of ways.
Ada Blake (”What My Ex Thinks” draft)
I always thought if I was honest, you would listen.
Ada Blake (10-word story)
You're still written all over me.
A six-word story (Ada Blake)
Some days I forget you are gone. Then I remember.
Ten-word story (Ada Blake)
El Roi! You are never far, You are all we will ever have or need- You made the galaxies, the Stars and soul inside of me, You’re All I’ll ever want or need, my Soul longs to know You more and feel Your love, so close, so strong, so real- Ruler of the universe, You hear Every broken song brought to Your Listening ear and You Are the only one worthy of praise and we will Praise You, we will ever Praise You.
Ada Blake (Prayer Requests)
I guess when it comes Down to it It's really Really Simple. I have desires And you have fulfilled them And I never want anyone else To come near them. So what is to be done When these desires arise and You are not here to subject your Tender self to their call? I look up to the lacuna Where your face ought to be But find no tensive gaze- Yet soft- Staring back at me And am alone in my Appeal, wishing you could see, And bow my head like a Sad, small child and feel Maybe Empty.
Ada Blake (Honesty)
I'm sick of my colors, My vivid grays and dim Rainbow hues, The modern art blur on this Canvas of translucent skin, Neon veins and a Shallowly palpitating heart Banging like thunder on Quail-bone ribs; I dread I might not be insane, Yet I am miserable from Acting as if I am.
Ada Blake (Pomegranate)