I think my heart thinks it has its own bedroom in my body, where it can lock itself up, let the sun pour in the windows, read a book and listen to Coldplay. Except it lives in my mouth, listens to a bit of Rihanna, some Sia and a lot of Emeli Sande. Now, how do I break these news? There are no windows in my mouth.
Month: September 2020
Insanity
Stop filling up my cup with the courage to leave you. I will. One day, we will wake up, the kitchen floor will be cold, the cup with love will be full but the one with courage will be overflowing. And then there will be no more sunshine, no more laughter. There will be love, just not enough. And we will cry.
Mish Factor 