Your smile that lights up my face instantly. I do not choose to smile when I am in your presence. I am forced. The lines on your face, the deep dents which are your dimples, Are the cavitys of my happiness. The hold power over me like no other.
Writing is my escape. Loving is my excuse.
I know I’m not good enough. & it kills me…. Can someone just show up at my doorstep & show me I’m worth fighting for, show me I’m perfect just the way I am. ):
My love could have gone a long way, but you were the one who stopped it.
First day of work today~
I hate how when I fulfill my aspirations and my mom is mean/angry with me when I do… what the hell? That is not what mothers are suppose to do..