There are tears on my body from where I struggled to open up to her. Friday mornings involved the turning and twisting of a stomach, giving the butterflies within one hell of a ride. I put the fall in autumn this year.
I'm all notes and scribbles on the back of hands. Drawing conclusions in permanent marker along my forearm. Right now I'm wishing that I could flick these city lights on and off just to see everyone who glows in the dark. Best intentions don't light the world on fire the same way that best kept secrets do. So I've decided to burn this place down with all that I've been hiding.
These words are afterthoughts. A burning ember of a brilliant fire you started inside of me.
