hi tumblr. I haven’t been here in a long time. but now I’m here. hi. happy halloween
I still find myself writing about you.Kristina Haynes, “I’m Fantastic, Thanks For Asking” (via 691180)
I am trying to figure out how to make a poem
out of the way you take your coffee.
There is always wine in the refrigerator,
cigarettes stashed between the mattresses.
I am not always good at quitting when I say I will.
I cut my hair over the sink and that is probably
when you loved me the most:
Back facing you, the scissors cutting away
the parts of me we’d both miss the least.
Sometimes I wonder if we’d have fallen in love
if we didn’t live in this city.
I am running out of blank paper. Yesterday
I wore a skirt on the metro and forgot to cross my legs.
I gave my number to a boy at Whole Foods
who will probably end up leaving me for his guitar.
If I have written to you, do not write back.
Sometimes the feelings inside me get messy like dirt. And I like to clean things. Pretend the dirt is the feelings and this floor is my mind. And that is called coping.
-Suzanne, Orange is the New Black (via iaintevenbotheredthough)
changed it from ‘crazy eyes’ to her name because I have a lot of really intense feelings about this character.