Loving you is killing me.
I hope every step
I take in this city Leaves a footprint on your heart I hope every street I walk down Begins to look like the intersection of My right hip and Upper thigh Meet me on the corner of Past discretions and Future mistakes I’ll be the girl with her heart on her sleeve And your broken smile in her hand
I have never started a poem yet whose end I knew. Writing a poem is discovering.– Robert Frost (via writingcircles)
Texts With My First Pregnant Friend
serafina: Do you think it's a boy or a girl?
pregnant friend: A girl. But everyone says I'm shaped like it's a boy.
serafina: OMG it's like a Kinder Surprise except with a human life.
pregnant friend: Exactly.