A mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.
T.L. MARTINA mouse trying hard to come off as a lion.
T.L. MARTINHe doesn’t look at me like he’s owed anything. He looks at me like I’ve already given him everything.
T.L. MARTINSomewhere along the way, she weaved herself so deeply into my veins I can’t fucking inhale without her breathing life into me.
T.L. MARTINToday, I painted with blood.
T.L. MARTINSubmissive, sure, but someone who wants it all the same.
T.L. MARTINCrawl inside this body, find me where I am most ruined – love me there.
T.L. MARTINCome to me in pieces and exist inside me whole.
T.L. MARTINI can resist everything except temptation.
T.L. MARTINIt’s just a question. A question whose answer no longer has the power to hurt me.
T.L. MARTINLife is going to break your heart. Remember to say thank you.
T.L. MARTINAll the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.
T.L. MARTINGifts are meant to be wrapped. Honestly, it’s basic etiquette.
T.L. MARTINLove me like my demons do.
T.L. MARTINBut I was still weird enough that people otherwise left me alone.
T.L. MARTINDarkness watches me from every angle. My only friend. From its own place within the silence, it speaks to me in a strange way.
T.L. MARTINNot everyone knows what to do when they come across a snowflake in the desert.
T.L. MARTIN