when your friends are talking about stuff you don’t understand but you still want to be part of the conversation
"You aren’t the type of person who dies alone." She told me.
And I think I believe her.
I’m not the type of person who dies alone. I am
a fucking force of nature and I won’t cry for you anymore.
I am sick of the raw patches under my eyes and my nose.
I used to be the prey, but now,
now I am the predator.
I am the hawk and you are the rabbit.
I’m the lion and
you are the antelope.
A natural born predator does not start out strong.
It starts out as prey.
It’s later on that they become the top of the food chain.
I am a 5’6, soft skinned, blue eyed ticking time bomb.
If you get in my way I will chew you up, spit you out,
and wash the taste of you out of my mouth with a glass of moscato.
I am not the girl who dies alone.
That is not how my story goes.
when i make a joke to myself and no one’s around to hear it
when ur wife invites a bee over for dinner and he sits in ur spot