The release

Ego humbled

Dirty blonde roots.

I mumbled something like “I can’t breath”

I stumble over my feet

My chipped black nail polish,

Wings clipped, kinda symbolic

I’m losing interest, I’m losing interest, I’m losing interest

Wax poetic

That’s poetic

Black hole

Center of my chest

When did my favorite color become red?

When did my favorite place become your bed?

When did I get so fucked up in the head?

Black hole

I’m circling like a drain,

Losing my train of thought, and I’m caught, and I can’t stop, and I can’t stop

Wax poetic

Wax poetic

Ego death shit

That’s poetic

You’ve got to fall in love with it. With everything. Do you here me? you have to wake up and choose to fall in love with your life. You’ve got to fall in love with the way your feet feel on your bathroom rug, and the way your breath flutters when you watch dust dance through the sunbeams of your kitchen window. You have to let yourself melt and soften in the hands of a lover who’s seen all fucked up parts of you and still tells you you’re the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen. Tear stained and vulnerable. Tear stained and vulnerable. You’re so fucking vulnerable. You’re so fucking vulnerable. You have to keep cliff jumping into the abyss of hope, no matter how many times you hit rock bottom. You must, you must, you must…

I can’t breath

There’s so much beauty

Wax poetic

Wax poetic

Ego death shit

That’s poetic