the lovedrunk cowgirl

real love stories by a girl with half a heart and 99 lives

“i am a collector of pretty and violent things”

she makes art when she breathes,

shatters cities when she bleeds,

and I swear that if she asked me to

I’d lay the universe at her feet

she’s the first dream I had 

when the lights went out

the flicker of white candles and

the smell of burning strings

“love me out loud” she yells

as heaven falls to her knees

I chase her tears in the dark

the way I chase every broken heart-

bargaining with unfamiliar gods

and counting teeth marks

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