

dahlia girl.i used to let you backhand me across the face because crying turned you on.dahlia girl.
your palm stung and burned my cheeks bright red, but it was strangely beautiful. you called me your little dahlia, your little
candleflame, and kissed my jaw where your fingers left treadmarks.
you said: "love means making sacrifices."
i said nothing, just wiped away a few
premature tears and traced the fireworks
blooming on my face.
you used to fall asleep in the grass with me, and we'd wake up with petals stuck in our eyebrows and grass stains on our &n
--
(\ /)
( . .)
c(")(")
--
[link] - my portfolio
You work keeps these features going, so check out the upcoming themes here: [link]
Thanks again!
--
Your birth is a mistake you spend your whole life trying to correct. - Chuck Palahniuk
--
"As a poet and a person of this place I call earth, i am pro-life, pro-family, and a man pro-verb"
--
I am my own worst critic. I am my own worst enemy.
Previous Page1234Next Page