I write my own future;
I’m no novelist’s creation.
I control all the outcomes,
in my exclusive narration.

Too long have I been love stained,
needing to be pure once more.
Who knows how many opportunities
were left waiting by the door.

I had failed as a writer,
but now I’m back for revenge.
My pen knows what’s best,
pushing sadness off a ledge.

No longer will I be
a damsel in distress,
but now a fair maiden
putting suitors to the test.

I write my own future;
I’m no novelist’s conspiracy.
From now on my outcomes
will consist only of prosperity.

Check out more of my poetry here.

It literally just flowed tonight. Finally found a reader, so I shall post it soon! :D

More Facts on Psychofacts :)

thathipstercunt:

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sourcechelseawoosh:

wtf what do 3/4 of my followers do because they sure don’t reblog or like my posts

seriously what do you guys do

are you waiting for something

what are you waiting for

on-a-slow-night:

I cannot.