lunes, 28 de septiembre de 2015


It's simple, really simple. You touch what's mine, I break your hands. Give me half a chance and you'll see, cause there isn't anything that is more mine than my own blood, flesh and bones made half the same, and I'll die defending it like a crazy mother cat. You touch what's mine and you dare to laugh? I dare you to come out of your hiding, I dare you to face me half a second. What a coward you are. But you know what? I'm a bad bitch holding a grudge, and I have too good of a memory. We'll meet down the lane sometime again, and I'll remember that you didn't ask for forgiveness. You'll never hurt him again.

lunes, 14 de septiembre de 2015


Burning, aching, panting, gasping, sweating, wet.

martes, 1 de septiembre de 2015

Like cookies and cream

Day after day. It's in the little things, the little kisses, the small stuff. Rubbing alcohol on my skin when I get an infection. Yelling at you when I'm upset and still you give me a hug and tell me you're on my side. Accepting my weird things, my obsessions, my crazyness. The way you look at me when I get undressed. When I dance around the room, uncoordinate and giggling. When I climb on walls. When I look at you.

It's day after day, because we go together like cookies and cream.