2/18/17
I misread signs like that fortune teller misread my palms when I was 13
She told me I was a brave with a core of steel
A heroin of my own adventure who saves herself
But I come in with the force of a hurricane but break before I even reach shore
My insides heat up with pain so much that my core melts and spills out of my shoes all over the floor in front of so many nameless faces
Faces I should know
But the room is spinning so fast I have no clue which way to go
