sometimes the refreshing taste of jealousy appeals to me.
I will search for those names in my memory
of people I've envied
they will never leave my head.
Part of me wants to find them falling apart,
but I also wish to be reminded
that sometimes it's okay not to always be the best.
I've been sleeping in our sheets for most of the day, insomnia has been knocking at my door, keeping me restless. So I catch up on sleep....
And maybe it's okay to admit being young means finding love in the crowds there's no "the one" when it's the masses that give you...
See, my boyfriend's a white man his party is full of the like. The standards of women are high and a hike. From where I am, there's only...