Coiled around every kiss Is the taste of a temporary love. It’s a bitter pill to swallow, But we’ve all forced ourselves To stomach worse things than this, In the name of desire. Nobody enjoys a burning esophagus, Nor the rancid taste of stomach acid That accompanies every exhale. A goodnight kiss has been … Continue reading Sour Breath
You are a moment. Moments are what make memories. Memories are those things you alter in that wacky head of yours depending on the time of day, weather outside and amount of poison in your blood, both in the literal sense of alcohol and the VERY literal sense of doubt. Those memories build up, fall … Continue reading You are exactly who you are meant to be
That little light from your lampshade 