Every Sky Was Your Own Kind of Blue

People hate that I flip two cigarettes
Upside down in each pack
for luck,
But I hate that people notice
When you gain three pounds,
But not when you buy a new hat.
I’ve been told that the way I sleep
With one leg draped over
The person lying next to me
Is annoying,
But I think it’s annoying
When people tell me
I look pretty,
But only when I paint my face.
I’ve heard that old men
Like to touch the girls who work late at bars,
But I want to know
Why they never kiss the women they married
fourty-two years ago.
I’ve noticed that mothers teach their daughters
That it’s rude to refuse a hug
From an uncle they’ve met three times,
But forget to teach them
That they aren’t obliged to kiss
The boy who paid for dinner.

haleyroselionheart:

'I don't know how long I sat in silence for but I felt my heart beat in my ears'
Automatic writings part of a study into the stream of consciousness. I have no memory of writing this and my hand writing is hardly recognisable.

haleyroselionheart:

'I don't know how long I sat in silence for but I felt my heart beat in my ears'

Automatic writings part of a study into the stream of consciousness. I have no memory of writing this and my hand writing is hardly recognisable.

(Source: i-am-haleyrose, via indulgenced)