girl with inks

You’re in your 20’s and what feels like the 727th time this year things aren’t going as planned.

Ok, well what’re you going to do about it? You were born with soul of a lion sweetheart and being a princess doesn’t mean you’re fragile it means you’re fierce and you overcome. Why’re you still sitting on the floor bitching about it? You’re better than this.

Cool, sometimes shit doesn’t go exactly how we want. You might be doing this part of life alone right off the bat so you gotta step up to that. The ball is coming at you 96 mph and you’ve forgotten to wear your helmet, but it’s okay. You’ve got this. It’s scary. But you’re grown. You’ve faced worse.

Breathe. There’s zero reason to cry. Don’t stress. I know it feels like you’re playing this game and it’s strike 2, 3 balls, and you’re the only one on your team. But sometimes certain adventures in life are ones we do alone. This is one of those for you. It’s ok.

Exhale. You hit the ball, it’s a homer, the game goes on. Like it always does. You’ve always pulled through. You get another 4 balls and another 3 strikes before you’re out, don’t give up. You don’t need a team. You are the team.

i am a mess in love with a girl who couldn’t love me;

last night i wept in the bathroom

this wasn’t new for me

but the thought of us moving on

made me puke all over the tiles

i dreamt of someone else’s hands

around my throat & i woke up in

a terrible pool of sweat in my bed

& i never fell back asleep

i licked the wounds in my belly

& i broke the floodgates in my veins

trying to seduce the blood to sing

to my scars so we could heal together

i mailed her the letter i wrote in vain

but i know she won’t read it & i can’t

make her / just pray she cries because

i fucking suffocated on every word spilled