Life Ends At Twenty Four

There's something about sitting in the quiet, white room, staring at the locked door, aware of all the pills piled up on the rack behind me.

Tony's breaths would come in short, loud gasps whenever he touched my spine. He said the woman's back is the most delicate, sensual part of her body, and I arched back in agreement.

this joy of life that radiates with every twist of my hands every curve of my hips is wasted and worth many more men much more of men than you

You are still the light I swim towards even when I tire and long for escape

These long months of building buildings in the air, based on your beautiful hazel eyes, the scars of stories along your chin, how you pull me into your arms and once again I am home.