Yesterday i finally felt okay- for the first time in a while. But i remembered that smile that you reserved for me a long time ago and I crumbled at 4 am in the morning.
Confusingly Commodious
My name is Ruth. I'm 24 this year and I need a outlet to my busy/tired/outrageous/strange/moody/needy thoughts. I hope you find kindred spirit in these thoughts of mine.
Monday 21 November 2016
I still love you.
It’s no longer a crushing pain when the thought flits by my brain and straight through my soul.
Just a passing reminder.
Like flipping through your binder
but instead of it saying that there’s an exam- it say on your hearts footnotes
that you still occupy a large place there- the living room lamp is still on. it still looks homey from the outside… and it always fucking will.
Friday 7 October 2016
Shame
He had this way of kissing me that made me feel light headed and drunk with fervour. It brought me to my knees.
Sunday 24 July 2016
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