I Can’t Hold Back

So I want to be a rock star. I want to travel the world and make music and have groupies that’ll support me on Kickstarter. I want the ability to sit in a studio with a guitar and a notebook and write whatever comes to mind and strum chords that fit perfectly together to make something beautiful. I want to be able to sit on a stool in a little coffee shop and play that tune and I want those girls in the corner to relate to it and I want that boy in the front sipping a latte to never take his brown eyes off of me. I want to be welcomed in Los Angeles, but I want to snobbily turn it down and get lost in New York. I want to fall in love with a stranger I meet while walking in Central Park and freely give myself without thinking twice about the consequences. I want to love you. I want to love you so damn much. I can’t hold back. Forgive me, I can’t. 

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Author: Brittney

A girl who lives in books, loves in songs, wallows in self-doubt, demands equality, and consumes copious amounts of coffee, while fighting the patriarchy.

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