Vanilla

Hey y’all! I’m just a teenage girl, don’t be afraid, I don’t bite. I am and have been a water addict for my whole life; can’t live without it. Love a good snack. Writes all kind of stuff, I like to say I dabble. And I’d love a cookie right now.

Vanilla

Mean Girl Origin Story

Vanilla

6 min read

_[fast forward]_

I applied my mascara with the precision I used in my collage applications. My eyeliner, a wing tip so sharp it could draw blood. A dangerous sort of beauty.

I glanced at the clock and a smile broke out and danced on my lips.

My morning routine was running five minutes ahead of schedule.

Today was going to be perfect.

After one last fit check- a casual pastel yellow sundress t...

Romance

Ezra.

Vanilla

4 min read

I ran.

All I could think about was

_Her._

Everything felt slow.

My legs moving through molasses.

Running at everything I’ve ever cared about,

Watching it slip through my fingers as the storm that is my life pushed the things I loved farther and farther away. Sand in an hourglass seeping through the cracks of my slintering heart.

The cold sunk into my bones. The rain left an icy trail running down...

Romance

Nonsense.

Vanilla

1 min read

They danced

much longer than crewfew

Learning the light

So the plain things

Are plain to see.

Rotting wildflowers.

Rage and passion blend into a bleeding sunset.

Goodbyes that sound like

Death toll.

The beat of a drum

Right on que.

Somebody new.

Not trying to get burned before

The cold sets in.

I reached my hand out in the dark.

You handed me a knife.

You watched while I cut ...

Poetry

Regency Romance Blues.

Vanilla

1 min read

Once lost,

A foot to a feather,

The wind blows

And the mountains change,

With us,

A never ending river.

Normality,

Trading bark for bite,

An empty voice,

Harsh against its light.

Formality

Traded in for something more in range.

Heavy mist hangs

In that never ending night.

Sharp,

Like a roses flower,

It drips it’s red paint

Underneath.

Staining soulful complaint

Flooding it with grief.

Tai...

Poetry

Friend Crush.

Vanilla

1 min read

If only…

I knew how to tie my shoes.

Falling at your feet.

But you laughed with me.

And my breath moved steadily

In n out.

The music was loud

Reckless and hopeful.

Rejectionless.

You looked like you were having so much fun.

Being yourself.

Authentic.

I knew I’d

Into a friend crush.

I hope it doesn’t

Crash

Here’s to new beginnings....

Poetry

Flash Flood🌊

Vanilla

1 min read

Moments in life.

Hit like a tidal wave.

One day,

To the next.

All of a sudden,

17.

17 17 17 17 17 17….

Dancing queen.

Young, and free.

17.

Uncomfortable on my tongue

Smile stretched wider than they could.

Core memories made in unlocking.

New day; New year

Brand new 17.

Choices, to be decided

Love isn’t lost and will be more found

The scavenger hunt is

Alright

because

It’s 17...

Poetry

Tangled

Vanilla

1 min read

Right when I felt settled,

Something was immediately missing.

I wasn’t sure what,

But as always I felt the need for something

I didn’t have.

I looked for it.

I checked all the places I normally fall to.

Where I feed on conversations.

Where I shove my insecurities between the cushions.

Places where I normally get the most work done,

But I couldn’t find what I was looking for.

And then,...

Poetry

Humour

Boxed Up Memories. Pt 2

Vanilla

8 min read

I KNEW I had been silent too long when Rykland awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck. I opened my mouth to say something, anything. A thank you didn’t seem like enough. And anything real seemed like too much. I deliberated for a long moment when Rykland suddenly blurted out,

“Wow, would you look at that sunset.”

Quickly my awkwardness melted away and I smiled sideways at him. I’d never felt so com...

Romance

Mystery

James Bay🤠

Vanilla

1 min read

I looked for what I wasn’t sure.

I watched interwoven lifelines,

Frozen memories in ink,

Borrowed secrets, borrowed time.

My skin felt raw with how I ached for anyone.

No not anyone,

My someone.

They’d be kind, inquisitive,

Mine.

I watched it taken. I watched it break. I watched it grow.

It was ripped from my grasp so many times before I could get a grip, and as it played in the keys of silen...

Poetry

Wake Of Perfection

Vanilla

1 min read

Up upon my pedestal I made for myself,

I looked back. To the things that I did to get here.

Amputated aspects of personality.

Shattered feelings.

Tainted friendships.

Trust in shambles.

Bridges burned.

Hours of unattended sleep.

Painted smiles, unnatural.

Exhaustion and picking at my insecurities.

The nasty wake of destruction,

All in all

All for perfection....

Poetry