May 12, 2017
you have sad eyes, girl. how old are you? you've seen too much.
client I rang up at work today
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you have sad eyes, girl. how old are you? you've seen too much.
client I rang up at work today
Where is your peace? Why do you look so, so tired, babe?
my grandmother in my dream last night.
in a VERY interesting turn of events, I decided to leave 🆎 (almost bae) in 2015. and now, this year, once she realizes that I'm not hitting her up, she calls/FaceTimes multiple times a day, everyday. what pisses me off is that she really thinks that she can pick and choose when to be in someone's life. that's some selfish shit. so yesterday, I went out with a friend to a restaurant and beforehand 🆎 thought she could question me about who I was going with. asking does she look like you? (In lesbian speak, that means is she a "girly girl" or does she "dress chill/like a boy"). it's so strange how she can be jealous but when I asked her in December if she was having sex with other girls and she completely ignored my question like three times. I get it, we're not together, but it would be been nice if you told me so I can protect myself/go get tested/etc. smh. the amount of disrespect was unreal, but I'm literally at the "we'll always just be friends and I'm not sleeping with you ever again" point and I have my guard waaaayyyyy up that I doubt I can ever see her like that again. whatever. rant over.
the delicate divergence between syrup and satin: the undeniable tale of her sleepy voice
a.d.c., "her"
'do not trust me', she said once. and that's when I knew I would love her forever.
adc.
truthfully, I’ve compared you to the Sun too many times to forget that I’ll burn if I get too close…
‘metaphorically Icarus’, adc., 2015
to be honest, I've written so many poems in blood, it's become a normality for me to always feel this faint.
a.d.c.
convenience. just a temporary distraction; easier than what you're used to; 'the better to play with, my dear'; chew toy; reach to the top shelf of all top shelves and place me there, and only take me off when you want to play again. better yet, wait until someone else wants to dust me off and have a go, then decide that I'm what you wanted all along.
a.d.c.