post-valentine

Underwater.
Held Down.
Emotions as an anchor.
I just need to breathe.

WOO! Poetry with vibegrrl! BAD poetry even.

I guess I’ve just figured it out. I want to breathe.I want frivilous and fun and flirty. I want all the attention without the WEIGHT of it all.

It blows my mind, really. Could it be, that for honestly the FIRST time EVER in my WHOLE life, I DO NOT want a boyfriend?

It’s not that I want boy a over boy b, or b over c… apparently, I jsut don’t want ANY BOY at ALL.

seriously.

You’d believe me if you saw how I resisted what must be the best. valentine. ever. (not to mention a dozen classically beautiful and classically sweet roses)

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