Can you enervate through this CAPTCHA, fully?
To truly purview inside this head, this heart?
So that you can be dressed in,
These velvet insecurities that I wear.
Like a brooch.
Tucked tight to your blazer.
He started Writing, The paper started speaking...
what goes in must come out!!
You've survived what you thought would destroy you. Now...get the fuck up, dust yourself off, and keep pushing forward...
What I've always wanted