Blog Off The Record

I clench my teeth in search of reason I bite my lip and devour treason I let you go…it must be the season Apparently, I throw away boys after I tease them   My best friend knows me all too well I swallow my pride at the stories he tells I admire the drinks of [...]

It’s abnormally hard to write so freely When there is merely nothing to speak of I’ve found that words don’t come so easy When you attain and indulge in a bleak love   I’m truthfully attempting to break all ties And finally control my frequent urges But the impulses form their own lies And I [...]