i follow your voice to the morning
and i rise with the small hairs
on the crook of your neck.
i stay there
and sit quietly
with your freckles.
they mirror mine
but i don’t think it’s strange..
pulled us apart
before we were flesh.
– sheila c.
it’s hot as a goddamned sauna and thick sweat is collecting where my thighs graze
I’m talking to myself in a beige room, lightly dressed and fully faded..
lord, I don’t have the energy to drag a moist toilette across my face to remove my make up
much less feel like everything is a chasm
i just.. I just wanted to get to know him so bad! i hid everything and now it’s all gushing over
why does everything have to be so fucking entrenched in EMOTION
I’m desperate for a second of nonchalance
im never going to know peace
– Sheila C