Do not allow people to mispronounce your name
“ I never believed in love at first sight,
Until I saw your face when I was 19.
I’m 22 now and drunk and I’ve lost you and I can still remember
Every detail of your outfit that night.
An army sweatshirt, from
Your soon to be alma mater
And a smile that never dimmed when your eyes met mine.
The second our hands met in introduction, I handed my heart over.
I’m still waiting for you to give it back.
I thought it was a loan, but you’re long overdue and owe so many fines.
I want you to pay in a million kisses that leave butterflies in my stomach
And words, whispered in the dark,
That mean a million little things
About trust and love.
But instead, you and I no longer speak,
And there is a hole in my chest, that is shaped like you.
And I drink tequila, letting it rest on my lips,
Pretending it is the spot on your shoulder I used to kiss, right where the freckles constellate.
Soon I will be able to wake up without your name slipping out of your mouth,
And I won’t have to blitz my mind with alcohol every night to sleep without being tortured with the memory of your hands twined in my hair and tracing my curves.
But my heart?
It’s been two and a half years.
I don’t think it will ever belong to anyone but you. ”
Because I’m drunk and we will never speak again even though we used to be meant to be (via taylorfiercebuaya)
Keke Palmer- Broadway’s newest Cinderella
She is beautiful!
Have a magical opening night!
The Makaveli Tee
Black youth, Middle America