Waiting on a yellow bird

Quiero quedarme aqui para siempre

“He just lied to me because he didn’t want to hang out with me.”

“Why would you go back to someone who doesn’t want to hang out with you?” he said.


His strongly lashed eyes tore into my reaction of such a simple response. I felt every ounce of reassurance flush to my toes.


open your eyes Brit. 

Lover, lifer, writer. Journalism student, and Vancouver freelancer. This is my personal blog with a lot of my own poetry and intimate entries. I am continuously inspired by successful, talented and innovative women, and I try to reflect that as much as possible. I hope you enjoy.
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