Saturday saw our demise

Question:
That's weird, you're one of the most insincere people I've met

Answer:
Not remotely true. And you must see the irony in being anonymous. I was once very deceptive and dishonest, and a lot of it was just because I’m good at it. I’m now entirely open and as genuine as I can be, whether good or bad.

I’ve been wanting to contact you
but I can’t figure out what to say

because now it’s 1pm on September 1st
and I’m spinning around in the pink lingerie
you bought me for our anniversary
and I’m spinning so fast,
looking down,
watching the pink ruffles twist and turn
I’m so dizzy and I can’t stop laughing,
waiting for my eyes to focus
and when they do you’re not there
so I keep spinning.
I keep spinning.

because now it’s night time in our small town
and I’m up sitting crossed legged on my perfectly made bed
and I’m tapping my thumbs on my thighs
to the beat of all of the songs we used to sing.

because now it’s me driving across that bridge
to sit in my parent’s driveway
the same way we did when we were 16,
arms crossed in a bed of ants,
laughing into the night
at the same time as the singing crickets.

because now it’s my birthday
I make a wish
and it’s you.

I’ve been wanting to contact you
but I can’t figure out what to say

she said,
“tell me. tell me what you think you’d say.”
I laugh while pulling a lighter
out of the pocket of my yellow sundress
and whisper,
I’d say:

hey.
it’s me
and it’s always been you.

   so I keep spinning and I keep spinning//d.a.h  (via whisperingbones)   

I think as I get older I loathe insincerity more and more

Well I may be a Genie jinx