These Bones Are Mere Accessories: Speaking in Tongues
I used to speak in tongues. I wish I could do it again. Now I speak in the only other things I know without having to think too hard. Things natural enough to
I speak
my tongue
in ex-boyfriends and torn up emotions and social issues relating to my own gender identity and sexuality because…
letters to you
I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.
Dear person I hate,
Dear person I like,
Dear ex boyfriend,
Dear ex girlfriend,
Dear ex bestfriend,
Dear bestfriend,
Dear *anyone*,
Dear Santa,
Dear mom,
Dear dad,
Dear future me,
Dear past me,
Dear person I’m jealous of,
Dear person I had a crush on,
Dear girlfriend,
Dear boyfriend,
Dear [insert URL here],
From me to you
I loved your heart beat but there are several million out there to meet so my wary feet can’t rest because the fleet of beats meets my ears and I tear because the next one won’t be yours but ill be happy and as sappy as it sounds I know my love abounds it makes it’s rounds up and down my spine. Even if the trail leads back to you I have to be brave and try a few.
