Dear Self,
You’ve met a good guy at the wrong time.
I am the writer of my own novel,I am leader of my thoughts, I am the deafening silence of a confused mind, I am the ruins of a torn soul, I am the cries of a broken heart,I am a wounded soldier, I am the music to your ear.I am a poet and paper and pen is my instrument, I am a voice so your ears will listen,I am the master of my creations. I am strong with words so powerful one cannot begin to fathom. I am a dream, I am a song,I am the pounding echoes of a drum. I am human.
Trinidadian girl,Fun Haver,Family Lover,Smile wearer.
Trinidadian girl,Fun Haver,Family Lover,Smile wearer.
i thought of you, while in the shower
and i thought of how nice it’d be
to have your things among my things
along the bathtub’s edge
and i imagined myself running out of soap
and using yours
and wearing you to work, and the grocery store
and i imagined that night, laying down beside you
and smelling your neck
and finding out where all my soap had gone
(Source: abigailpaige, via leonking23)
