"There are things I should say to him— confessions buried inside me. The way my heart feels unmoored when I'm with him.
My head loose with thoughts I can't explain. I should say I'm sorry. I should walk down through the rain and beat my fist against his door. I should touch his skin with my fingertips and tell him there are things I want, I crave.
But how do you let yourself unravel in front of someone, knowing your armor is the only thing keeping you safe?"
–Hazel Swan {Wicked Deep by Shea Ernshaw}
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Miss Haze
Poetry" ѕhє σncє ѕαíd ѕhє wαѕ thє σcєαn. вut αѕ ѕhє dívєd ín, ѕhє wαѕ ín α ѕtαtє σf cσnfuѕíσn " She was Miss Blue ✳️ ☁️ Miss Haze, is she //poetry series//a story of hazy thoughts and poems Started: 10/03/19 Published: 10/20/19 ♦ [ Update: Tryi...
