weed wave

i’m in my prime,
not withering and old.
but i refuse to play
your wicked games any longer.

i know this tether is unbreakable,
but you make me feel like i’m interchangeable.
you drew a target on my heart,
when did this become fatal attraction?

i don’t have the strength,
the energy,
nor the patience
to be held hostage by your love.

so baby please don’t despair
when i say that
i’ve found the courage to
let you go.

you were never meant to be tied down in the first place.

—  believing i could love you was my mistake, c.j.n.

Addicted to you like a drug..I want to overdose on your love. I want to fall in love with your soul..🌹

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Imagine if you will: tiny latch-key kids Joan and Mark Bryant playing in the backyard one day. A pryokinetic has moved in next door and is watching TV in their living room, about 25 feet from where the Bryant children are arguing about the type of weed Mark is waving in Joan’s face.

This is when Mark Bryant, 7 years old, bursts into fucking fire. 

Joan, thinking fast and screaming like a banchee, grabs her big fall jacket from her backpack and tries to smother the flames. Mark, terrified that he will burn his sister, runs away from her. So naked and on fire Mark Bryant running around in the yard with his screaming big sister chasing him with a jacket. 

The beginning of an era.