helped me become
this person
that i am today.


release.eyes that burn with passion and lips that set fire to anything they touch -- perfection.release.
moonlit lovers have longed for this release for war-torn centuries that are now covered in sand.
backs arch
and the lovers scream out as demons are released, never to return again. no longer welcome except in books.


untitled.+untitled.
I love you. I love you. I love you.
We made love for the first time on sky blue sheets in a dimly lit room and, in a second, I sold my soul to be near you.
Step back. Step back. I had been thinking about selling my soul from the moment i met you. Maybe while sitting on checkered linoleum floors or maybe while walking through the dark on a campus I would later call home.
I write poetry in my head about you in the shower. Often. But I am never brave enough to actually write it down. You are the only person &n


sleepless.my spine is cracked where you used to push your hands into my back and the rusty faucet in the blue bathroom drips all night and wakes me up at 3am. and remember, remember... i am afraid of the dark.sleepless.
i wish for the freedom to be reckless in my everyday life. sleep until noon. go where i want. no responsibilities except love.
but sleep, oh sleep.


healing.it is impossible tohealing.
heal like this.
i want to tell you how much i hate the world sometimes and how thirty hours a week isnt enough to satisfy this emptiness.
how do i tell you how much i loathe that bottle that you clutch
so closely into your chest. blank eyed stares dont bother me anymore and neither does long red hair or maroon. i hope you are happy with your screams about alcohol in the middle at 3am.
i couldnt care less how much you love ruining lives. wait. i guess that i could care less. because hey. HEY. whose life are you ruining


just cant say it enoughyou know how we liked to drink wine and eat chicken tikka and doritos in bed all day? how we liked to get kicked out of English countryside pubs or get preached at on the Paris metro?just cant say it enough
i still do.
i will love you forever.
you have this film on your bones, it's soft and calming and makes me feel safe, incased. you have a finger in my windpipe, a picture of yourself in my cranium. i have heart palpitations hiding under pavement slabs and sit on them trying to hide that i will love you forever.
you are allergic to wheat and breasts.
you are allergic t


Ra Ra, Sis Boom Bai used to think i loved you. but that must have been a different you, or maybe a different me, because now all i can remember when imagine you is how harshly you stared at me as i cried, and how loudly your footsteps echoed as you stampeded into and out of my life like lightning.Ra Ra, Sis Boom Ba
x
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MY NAME IS AMIE
HEAR ME ROAR; <3
___p/s. stumbling skyward
can we fake it?
can we make it.
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CHANGE IS GOOD!.. most the times... change for the better all the time.
If you need help getting set up and what not don't be afraid to ask.
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I feel it, every time...
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