jenna-leigh.
I'm not a victim.
Bears, banjo, Beat lit, beers, books, balloons, Bukowski, best friends, being broke, and my guitar, Betty.
I guess I’d been waiting for a reincarnation of you to appear through hazy spring afternoon sunlight on the side of the road, or catch my eye across a cafe, donning the face of whatever fad has caught my attention these days. You’ll sweep in, tend to my wounded heart and apply a new coat of paint.