you're better than i remembered you

you're a little rougher, because you've seen more. you come clean now, wearing shirts that fray at the end and look like they smell of the dumpster you dug them from. but they actually smell like lavender, because you had been frolicking in the fields all morning and afternoon. and if i take a deep enough breath i could probably whiff the sunshine, a delicious warm smell that would melt my insides.

being both

People like tragedy, people like perfection. If you've got one of the two, people will like you. Be careful not to have both, because then they'll kill to have a piece of you. Because people like ironies, they like to laugh and cry at the same time. And what's better that laughing and crying at the same time is watching someone else laugh and cry at the same time. They'll eat you whole, because they would have never seen something so ugly, something so pretty. And you won't just intrigue, you'll confuse, stirring unsettling feelings they realise they don't like. Maybe, if you're tragic enough, if you're perfect enough, you'll cause a riot. And they won't even know why.