not made for love

by Rachel Lynch


Can't keep up a conversation, can't stay in one place. I think about it all the time. My reckless ways shock my lover for days. In all transparency, I am this girl. French cigarettes and dirty paint brushes in my house. Rosé bottles, expired vegetables, and stacks of books I've already read. As a child, this is all I ever wanted. You can't take it from me. 

We're gonna live in a house together, me in my books and you on the couch with your guitar. Exchanging keys, the first chapter in an unwritten story, the kind of story that feels like it's writing itself. The way you pretend your music writes itself, or my words, but we both know that's a lie.

My mother told me that success is not something you achieve, but something you bring to everything you do, and I'm finding that with you. 

rylee bondage bra by For Love & Lemons

photos by Scott Kaplan