Maria-Rose-nikki

How do you let a number rip you apart. I can't brush my hair anymore without making myself a mess. I walk around all tangled, tight in the back of my head, knotted all over my body. I clog the shower drain because all I ever do is think about those things I will never use. My life was sold for a number, countless nights of punishing myself. I gave my mind away and now I'm tired of trying to get up. Tired of being tired. I need to go to sleep again.. My body aches, shakes when I pick myself up. I'm trying, I'm trying. too heavy. I want to be effortless and living like everyone thinks. Perhaps it's better on the ground where I can't fall.

Your book dropped on my head everyday for 3 years and I can't accept your apology.

What was the point of teaching how to hold an exhausted brush, bristles breaking into the canvas All I want to know are the names of every color red yellow blue so when I run to the store I'll know what to take as I'm sitting learning about the right way to use values.

The window-seat was the only place to wonder about your missing library books from the 6th grade or the newspaper crossword puzzles you pretended to fill out. For a coffee shop it was awkwardly silent with only the humming of the cappuccino machine; and then the man across the street plucking an instrument short one string. Leather hands brushed over and one thousand aching hearts sang out bended in perfection. No upturned cap or metal cup. Just a one man symphony filling all the empty spaces. Nobody knew. The click of high-heels and the angry phone calls muffled every harmonic. The empty people. But all I wanted was a packet of sugar for m

It wasn't strange to be the only one. With cans of foam, kids jumped over wired fences and screamed down the streets. The police car siren was whining somewhere; didn't seem to fade away. He sat in the booster, chin resting on his fist and counted the seconds between each flicker of the neon. "OPEN" The paint was peeling on the wall surrounding a deep scrape. He studied the curves and lines and snap- his neck around. She broke his trance with a soda pop (on the house)       "Oh, T-Thank you, Miss" "Mind if I sit?" He opened his mouth to speak but, she slid into the booth. and touched her lip with a long finger nail. "What's your story? W