Dear Love, Is there anything left to say? You left me hanging with hope once again. Saying that maybe I would get another chance in the future. But the future is not promised. You know that. Even still, I let you put the rope around my neck and tighten it. Before you walked away. Again. …
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Please tell me that your memories are still there. I often wonder if I would disappear along with them. I remember the weak smile crossing your face when you said that they wouldn’t. Has that answer changed? Please tell me that you are happy. I hope you’re unhappy. I hope you’re happy. I hope you’re …
It ends here. The feeling of loss. In it, I couldn’t find my way out. Endless loops of entrapment. I wanted anything else. I lost myself a long time ago. The winds carried her away and took her to sea. I hadn’t seen her in a while. Through the fog I could see her again. …
I told myself you’d never get another thing from me. No more words. You don’t deserve my thoughts of you. You gave me life and it didn’t stop there. I hate the word. I refer to you as “my mother”. To me that word has always seemed cold and distant. And that’s all I wish …
love knows no bounds in this wretched world. a cruel and unfortunate truth. as he lies awake in an empty room full of people, he looks for the moon. she casts her glow into his mind but no source to be seen. she hides behind thick air and her light is still present. he wishes …
I often wonder how they think. I wonder if they experience the same thing I do. The name of a lover – past or present – flickering. With each blink, a glimpse of a memory. I wonder if they can turn the lights off. Let a spotlight shine as if it’s the only thing that …
Why can’t I be good enough My brain is Swallowed by unspoken, unintelligible words. My brain is swallowed by a blanket I Call safety. My brain is still cold. The blanket is Suffocating. There is no safety, trapped here like this.
Years have come and gone and I am right where I started. Funny how this relationship started and ended the same way. The fear of rejection. The urge to hold onto the little moments. Obsessing over small details and trying to get them to add up into one picture. When did “I love you” become …
I was about 14 when I started developing acne. Or was I 13? No, definitely 14. Maybe 13. Anyway, I was just barely a teenager when I started developing acne. It wasn’t the first time I noticed imperfections on my skin. But I had had enough of the redness and bumps on my face. I …