Keypads and "My Bads"

I was standing on my deck looking over the lake when I noticed that there are two roses growing beside the dock. Even in the middle of Fall they are intertwined, wrapped around each other for support. I've named them after us.

You never needed a knight in shining armor. You just needed someone to hand you your own sword. You already know that I have mine... this pen. Thank you for keeping my blade sharp.

Vines are vibrant and so entangled in my head. Uprooting my heart, allowing it to pour from my fingertips. Onto this screen. The blood in my veins is humid, causing my thoughts to stick together. The world is currently calling collect to ask me if I've given you my heart.. I'm refusing to accept the charges.(Guilty)

Whoever thought capsules of red look better in a bottle than on my tongue was a liar or a fool. I'm going to slide by you real fast to track down a waitress. If you see her first make sure she knows I drink my love straight up, on the rocks. No chaser. It's all coming up later anyway. Either in bathroom stalls or in the form of words on paper.

I combine the alcohol of affection with the pills of sleep more thoroughly than I mix my metaphors. I'm such a lush of emotion. I never get wasted on anything but these knots in my stomach, the continuous sparks in my chest, and the words I find written, stashed in my pockets. I'm such a slut for vernacular. A lexicon whore, prose prostitute.

Before you my whole life just felt like one big apology.

SleepOverPrince