My Books When I Die
I used to think I would die. Today I am not so sure. It has been a thousand years and not a scale has fallen from my skin. My eyes are sharp enough to spot my prey amd read in the dark. My breath still turns them to ashes and lights the cinders of my hearth. Imagine me with glasses and an oxygen tank! In the dark I ponder, wrapped around my treasures.
Broken Hearts Club mixtape
(Read along to the song) https://open.spotify.com/playlist/5Ta364pZl6FNu2WjgqSBkn?si=Pn8lvpW7RFClOWobbxSWMw Breakups are the worst. People have told you that your whole life, but the moment it becomes your reality for the first time, you feel as if you’re the only one to ever go through it.
Dedication To the one I love and had to let go of: The Pirate-Cowboy-Prince It started when I was little. Shiny things, pretty things caught my eye. It began with flowers and rocks. Butterflies and mushrooms. I remember once my mother hit the toadstool I had found in the yard out of my hand before I put it in my mouth. “That could be poison!” She shrieked. That was when I learned at the age of five that beautiful things could be dangerous. I didn’t learn my lesson though.
Oh Hiii, Mark
...And I may happen to be one of those. Imagine... a few years long ago... you just met the love of your life but you don’t know it at first. All you know is that he has the best smile in the whole world and the first time you laid eyes on him, you felt as if you had known him for longer than you’d been alive.
“Shall we begin?” A suave voice pierces into the silence. I wish I had a face to the name. A wish I’ve made for as long as I can remember. He’s close enough for me to touch. His warm breath smells like mint. Spearmint. His voice sounds vibrant. Too young to be old. Attractive. I could reach out and maybe run my fingers over a beard or stubble. I don’t. That would be rude and weird. He smells fresh with a hint of cologne.