Tuesday, January 12, 2016

what it was

i come from dry summmers and broken windows.
chipped paint and full bookshelves. 

i come from empty rooms, loud nights and shattered glass.

i come from akward hugs, long laughs and a teal pick-up truck in the drive way. 

i come from an early drinking age, pink toe nails and uneven fringes. 

i come from memories and broken promises, forgotten "i love you"s and an unset curfew. 

i come from dry tears and a broken family started by two lovers who fell out of love. 

i come from that which is a part of me, and forever will be.