Temptation threaded though thick teeth to tightened tastebuds, tinkering the thoughtless thoroughbred’s temperament. Though taut tides troll the turning tables, truthful theorems tolerate the tantrum. Trusting tunes tarry, tapped to tender thinking. Advertisements
“But, you seem normal. I mean, you don’t act autistic.” I wish I had An ounce of self esteem For every time I’ve heard this. I would be: Unafraid. Unashamed. Uncovered. Unbroken. Your compliments hurt. Please stop. So I can stop pretending.