An untitled draft. Please excuse it. - I hate you. No, I don’t. And I wish I those words didn’t escape my lips as much as they did. Did you engrave them on your heart? Did you forget with the help of your true love? Or did you turn to her because of what I said? Do you know I love her too, now? I’ve taken over your mantle. We dance alone in my room at night, and sometimes I think I am feeling exactly what you once did. She holds my hand and spins me until I vomit bile on my wooded floor. I removed the carpet last year. Would you hate me? I wonder if I knew the answer before I met her. I wonder if that’s the reason why. - #Poetry
*sniff* its beautiful rosie juts beuatiful im so proud...
Oh. I’m. Well, thank you. I suppose. It’s nothing that’s particularly good. But, thanks.
hogwash!!!!!!Q!!!@! it moved me... n sure 2 move others.. NEVER stop writing bby u will becom a famous authour one day..
I.. appreciate it, mom.
This one got me a bit teary. Thank you so much for writing this Rose. I'm not sure I've ever had the strength or conviction to put these thoughts to words. *Purr, purr!*
I feel as though you’re exaggerating to make me feel nice, but I appreciate it nevertheless.
I am not. I am the flightiest of broads you see and am not... the best at processing difficult emotions. So I'm rather fragile to things like this. <3