practice, persistence, and patience are the keys to success… so happy this pose clicked for me today! magic happens when you least expect it, I’m so grateful for my practice 🙏
Am I supposed to listen to the lips saying ‘I can never be what you need me to be’ or the ones kissing me around that sentence?
Don’t you dare claim honesty as a defense if your drunken heart can’t align with your sober tongue. Don’t you dare aim that barrel in my direction, blood on your palms, and try to convince me that the bullet won’t lodge itself so crookedly in my chest that extracting it would collapse my heart but leaving it in would spread an infection that science has no cure for.
What should I think when you’ve told me that you drink to feel nothing at all and every time you’ve kissed me there has been traces of whiskey on your mouth strong enough to ignite the same fire you’ll extinguish come sunrise.
I told you outside the bar that you were going to break my heart and I was going to let you because I felt like I would be missing out on something remarkable if I didn’t.
My heart may be covered in bruises and welts but if that is the only proof I have that your clumsy fingers once tried to feel its weight, those scars will always be my favourite.