To Do List:

1. Stop making friends on the internet
2. Sue google.

My Richochet

Won't it be 72 degrees
and perfection?

Tonight I reminisce on old writings
old flames
old love
old heartbreak.

Old inspiration
same old heartache.

When can we turn human?
Or is this it?

Let's hold hands and lay back
eyes up
stars shining down.
Maybe each other is all we really need.

--they're only chasing safety--

Internal Explosions

It's been awhile

since a boy has given me palpitations and butterflies

I'm a nervous wreck around you

and without you.

What a complete mind fuck.

Would it be so bad to have you feel the same?