tiffthecuddlemonster

Dear you, I know we don't know each other very well, but I think that one day we could.  I think that would be okay.  I mean, I know it would.  We should be friends.  Yes, friends. Dear you, I listened to Pink on the bus ride last time I saw you.  We had an argument over how old she was.  I ended up being right.  I think I love you a little bit. Dear you, When I wake up in the morning sometimes, I think about you.  And during the day.  I think if I saw you more often I wouldn't be thinking about you this much, but I don't, and I am.  I like that you make the effort to see me as much as you can.  I need that in a friend. Dear you, It up

kiss my wrists and whis- per fairytales to fill the space between my lungs.

i knew a girl with words like jagged thorns.  syllables as brittle as driftwood.  poems streaming from her eyes.  for all of winter she hibernated inside of her mind, going to all the places she dreamed of while remaining cocooned in strands of frosty silence.  distanced.  as far away as the stars and with less fire, less burn.  she felt as cold inside as her frostbitten fingers. for the cold, i bought her a pair of pale white gloves, but for the loneliness there was nothing i could prescribe.  she was as pale as the driven snow except for her lips, which were as red as n