Natalia Vela

I believe there’s something here. I believed you when you said there was.

Can’t you see the fire? Can’t you smell the smoke?

It was unexpected, but there was no reason for me not to take him up on flying me up there to see him. I’m me, after all, and I’m always craving something.

It was beautiful. It was reckless.

Would it be so bad for me to let myself be happy again?

But here I am, drunk on a Sunday, in the bath, thinking about him. And I’m certain he’s not thinking of me.

Gemini: Can you just shut up, already? I mean, really.

I wonder if I’ll ever be okay, and not just on the surface.

Forget peek-a-boo tank tops. I can’t pull off just any neckline. Then there’s that little idea society has put into my head that I have to wear a bra with everything.

I’m burning here. I swear you can see the smoke from your street.

I just want to go everywhere and anywhere with you. I just want to get lost nowhere with you.

PISCES: You don’t retreat into your fantasy world as often, and you find yourself inspired by your significant other, not having to look for musings for your creativity elsewhere.

You kiss me and every nerve inside my body braces itself.

I am so very tired of being soft for you.

All I can think about is you. Your kiss. How when you press your lips against mine I can tell you’re different.

it was either acknowledging we were living in hell and calling it home, pretending nothing was out of ordinary in that relationship we called a residence, or trading in the heat in houston for that of new orleans.

New books. Sometimes I think I’ll never stop being numb, but I read something new and it makes me think that maybe I’m wrong.

The cities. The places. Everywhere you’ve always wanted to go to leave behind a tiny part of yourself. Everywhere you’ve always wanted to visit and leave carrying a part of it with you.