This is Some Visionary Shit

You don’t know my body. You need the intel.

mistaken identity!

or so that is what I had hoped.

but it was you,

and every bad thing

felt good for me,

it was you by another name

in a different form

by some unknown grace.

ive come to to conclusion

that you’ll haunt me forever

no matter how much time

or space

I give it.

I call it a haunting,

but truthfully, I would much rather you there.

its your absence that gets me

going

riled up

and irretrievably hoping..

my mother calls me a lot of things

she wont dare call me crazy.

although we all can make up a truth.

something aint right and it started long before the haunting of you.

Squadie.

It’s hard to be thankful that i didn’t.

Sometimes i wish i had died along with you.

This week alone:

I was mistaken for being 19. Twice.

Attacked and bitten by a German shepherd.

Cracked jokes with the EMTS

was flirted with by the police.

Almost kidnapped by my Uber driver after work.

Had three margaritas in a 10 mins span.

Cursed out a scammer over the phone.

Bit my lip 5 times in the same place.

Met a Taurus man with the same birthday as my deceased ex.

Was cursed out for needing help.

And got paid :).

Balance in all things.

Think hard. Don’t think long.

All of my emotions are cryptic.

But they come in different forms.

Mood.

Denim x denim.

Been had the juice, I’m Nantucket.

This girl has a hold on everything that touches her hem.

Just hang on i promise life gets better, when you do.

A red- blend.