welcome

january 24, 2015

I spent 3 nights falling asleep in snow banks, hoping my feelings would freeze over.
I want to push myself through the ice to see the world from underwater. Find me hanging, neck broken, on your front porch, daisy in my pocket, floating above all things that keep me up at night

I am a bruise, pushed over your mountainous trail of over and over

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I don't care if I have to throw away everything else. I just want you to look at me.