Pretty Girls Don't Bleed by Emily Allison - HTML preview

frequently, i get

questioned about

how i came to be a

writer. an author. a

poet.

the answer is simple:

i dreamed too

grand and too

powerful for my

pillow to withhold.

i thank you for

spiraling down the

wormholes that i’ve

pulled you through

right along with me;

when i

imagine what my

life would look like

without you,

my mind automatically

draws a blank.

there would be

no way that i could

be here without

every single reader who

is there behind me,

hanging on to

every line that i

carefully craft 

just for you.

i love you.