Too hard on yourself

I’d blow you kisses but you took my breath away –

You’re going too hard on yourself, still searching for a desiccated story to bedazzle like you always do? The last breath you gave them you should’ve held to yourself, kept it for good use instead, the breath you kept in your pocket in order to blow kisses should’ve been used for good instead. Worried about individuals that squeezed your heart instead of your temple; they stood outside and waited for you to throw your heart out like you always did. How many bandages more until you realise it’s broken and how many scars until you admit you’re not table desk?

I’d take a dozen roses to you just to show them beauty... I’d be lying; I’d take tobacco to flowers merely to educate the rose that we all need love!

I think I fell off, schedule has been tight lately... work tomorrow, that’s exciting to be honest.