About

Just a girl who follows the rain so nobody can tell she is bawling her eyes out.

I am a Mess

Such as wine stains

My laughter spreads

deeper and darker

a sweet burgundy.

Traces of a good time,

of a ruined shirt.

 

“Pop the cork already,” they said

she’s late again.

“We can’t yet though-

because

she is the wine.”

 

Yes, I am the wine.

I am sweet and messy.

I am dark and bold.

 

I am eM.

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