Paint this; you're stuck on a train. A crazy train. Your mother doesn't believe you and thinks you smoked weed or something. There is nobody else on the train except for the ticket collector who disappeared. The speed is going faster and faster, you got the idea that it is derailing. Would it be your last stop?

❝ she won't be a damsel in distress nor will she be someone as important. but she'll be there to redress your wounds and swab every hurting scar clean. she'll scare the hell out of you, but she'll keep your demons at bay. she won't cry pretty, but at least she'll try to cry all of the guilt off. and she isn't that easy on the eyes but her words will cling to you like a battle armour, fending, protecting. she can be your savior if you let her. ❞ → #5 in poetry [12/28/19] → featured in 'Summer Workshop 2016' as 'Talk of the Workshop'

"Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind." Rudyard Kipling disclaimer: all credit go to the creators of these writings. i took most of these off tumblr, google and pinterest and some i wrote myself.