anneonomus

A poem about colors, a dress, and young love.

I've always wondered what it would feel like to break a bone.

We broke up a year ago and still, we've yet to break.

As a child, I was terrified of fire- until my brother taught me that I could play with it. In hindsight, that was a mistake.

i know that it was real for you, but i was just pretending.

It's no use crying over spilled... water. Unless you're a minimum wage employee having a mental breakdown in the frozen foods section.