Jul 15, 2017
“ i. Bad things- That’s what I’m made of. From the Click of my boots, the roll of my hips the bullets in my pocket, the sin of my lips. / Good things- That’s what You’re made of. From the Hush of your wings, chaos In your silence, lies in your kiss, snow by your eyes. / ii. I guess Meeting you Was Understanding The bad things I was. / The way you spoke The more Poisoned I was. / Loving you Was Hating Who I w a s I die Feeling The pain And I’d die To feel That Love Again. ”
Worst blogger that died in a closet, Nevecalleana,
