I’m realizing why I can’t write. I’ve locked myself away. I’ve hidden my deepest thoughts in the darkest corner of my mind. I was afraid of judgment until I then realized that you don’t read my shit anyway.
it’s 2:22 in the morning & I haven’t written a damn thing.
I’ve strongly considered it but started swiping instead.
then I thought about your pretty lips & thought about writing again.
but I continued swiping anyway.
your mouth is so pretty.
so pretty in fact I can see it going places.
but I swipe some more.
see twitter. Swipe.
see face book. Slide
see instagram. Repeat.
so pretty in fact, that I started to write.