The taking tree would’ve been a much different story.

Brick walls & chandeliers. The couple across from me, happy. Sharing art, sharing feeling. Sitting on corduroy couches, sipping decorated lattes. The caffeine, healing. Cacti in coffee pots, abstract centerpieces reflecting life. An illusion. Community gathers, and I’ll remain in my corner sulking in self hate and self obsession one in the same. I claim…

Places and things 

It turns out I do have the addictive gene. Nothing strong enough to consume me like people I know inevitably will leave. 

Sell out

And I’ll delete everything That way there’s no way for you to check up on me. I won’t bury myself in social media made for the needy saplings of a broken attention steamed society. You’re just insecure, said the face of insecurity.  It won’t be the downfall of me. Make our bed, and it’ll bring…